Clash and Clang,
The man heard a sqeul...

Peepl alwaz sayn IM me
Or txtmeplz...

Snow might be falling,
Or birds might be calling...

I grew up in a small Virginia town,
Cattle and goat farming was a normal sight...

Some are back stabbers,
Some are pure joy...

A soft gentle breeze blows,
Warm sand on my toes...