Go west young feller and tell me a story.
But Pa I don't have a story to tell
don't worry son, at the end of the age you will have stories to tell
times will come when you will be captivating
when the hills will listen to you
I seek a story to twinkle your ears
to lead you into a captivating discussion
when will my bones grow old and my thoughts become reflective
when will death beat at my door and my store be finished
not to soon now, my story is just beginning
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