Tumble Weed Love
Amoungest the tumble weeds
lies a lonely heart for all to
see,Lined in cotton strips with
words from the heart on each one.
She never stumbles for words
when it comes to tumble weed love.
Shes reaching out for that one
special love, To read her love of
poetry from around the tumble weeds.
With the sound of the wind
following the echo of her voice,
He will find his true love
Copyright © Cheryl Mccall | Year Posted 2009
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