Never Land
You couldn't pay me, and you can't buy me...that's why, I can say as I damn well know. You will never be what I am, though...you have written your own false 'book of life', and fame, therein. I will not...however, be discovered, in your glossolalia of manic horse manure.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: Herm to Pan, god of forests, flocks and shepherds
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