IT'S-THE-LOST-WINDBLOWN-WANDERERS-THEY
Blowing in the wind like a tumbleweed,
meeting up with others of that seed,
there is a need, a need, a need,
within this cruel world of great greed.
The heart may or may not bleed
for old yard-birds, nomads after a free feed,
but not all roads to success lead.
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