Country SOng
The Star was singing about a flower. Eye am almost convinced he stold that song from me, he must have heard me listened to the voice somewhere sitting in an old bar; crying in my beer. A SOng about grasses growing up in cracks upon the sidewalk asphalt cracking near the curb where the Violet pushing up hard found the sun. The love GOD has for everyone cannot be overcome by hands of men, concrete, roadways poured. Covering the Mother Earth too stop her love is there for everyone. In the words of a Country SOng.
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