


REMEMBERING SINGING COWBOYS
The nearest I came to the wild, wild West were the singing cowboys...with a yippie-kay-oh and a yippee kay-ay

WANDERLUST
ITo fly to other worlds
Where even the language reminds me of no past...To laugh and sing and dance as I will, without a memory...

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