Ten Wildebeests in a Teacup (johnboze) wrote,
Ten Wildebeests in a Teacup
johnboze

But what does it mean???

Where can I go, poor drifter in this world?
Where will my song take me, child that I am?
Evening is my father and dusk is my nurse;
the dark night is my keeper and dawn my rouser.
I have nothing but the wind to rely on.
I shall keep my hands from play and close my mouth to song.
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