FORTUNE
What good is fortune eye can not twist the head off of a Mon or murder him or murder eye have become
Eye could have my fortune made and start another one and still eye would be writing this with a coffee near my elbow. Still eye would be penning this though richer in my stable eye would ride my favorite white horse out to the mesa and grasp the wind in both my hands and tell the GOD who made ewe, that eye am still a lucky man for finding love. She is my able bodied moon she is my morning light she is my fortune shining bright.
