Shelltered

I've lived a sheltered life one home, no wife just plodding along day after day doing no wrong doing okay I've not got far but who's to judge don't need no car I prefer to trudge they say I will live to a ripe old age as long as I live without a cage one day I might reach the endless ocean stretch out on the beach and cease all motion but I guess for now I will keep on going following the vow this wind is blowing.

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