From A Boys Eyes

I strolled along a crooked road, the journey was so long.

I had to pack for 30 days and sang a month of songs.

The trees were all so very tall. The sun, it shone so bright.

I wasn’t sure I would be found again that fateful night.

But when I resolved that all was lost, sure I would not survive;

I heard a voice call, in the midst of it all

“trash duty minutes should not exceed five!”


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