Peepl alwaz sayn IM me
Or txtmeplz...

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

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

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

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

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