Snowball
I am bad news while humans intrude
I do the rude blues snooze. arising
I go for love alone heaven singing
a he-man life, horse ridden battles
I to her shed tears, unused passion
a so-hot girl seers lonely fashion
I, in old rags prowl alley's backway
I am one, lost among living garbage
I at the gate, enter joyful nirvana
I as old soul, smile astride sunrays
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