We spent a lot of time camping.
I never thought of it as homeless.

I had my magic eight ball,
but no *****, and I was growing out of my jeans.

Weariness is climbing an oak and deciding
to be a grandfather clock on vacation.

Trying to find ease in a hand

some proposition - I can taste the silver speeding
a path cut through erogenous zone #1.

Stick to the leather and misplace the big dipper.

This isn't my car but those are my CD's.