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Joined: 26 Dec, 2018
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I sincerely try to write what I know. I'm from a town of less than a 100 people. I live in KC but those real, small town, rural roots shape my writing and thought process. I do write some rock when the mood strikes.

Sample lyrics:

This Is Me

I am a worn and faded Dekalb seed hat
I am a rusted out truck bed
I am a vacant school where students sat
I am golden wheat stock head

I am the hell of summers heat
I am the bite of winters breath
I am the wave from each car you meet
I am a dying towns last breath

When The Wine Talks

Whisper, so I feel your breath
Just you, just me and the sheets left
Close, but not close enough
Been away all day, got missed time to make up

I don't want to think
I don't want to rush
I don't want to hear
What the world thinks about us

Farm Boy

Dust, dirt and mud
taken from the land
all that we're made of
he sifts through his hand

It's where it all began
And where it all will end
shaping this kind of man
before the dust catches him