ThisIsMyLetterToTheWorld

Take my hand, 

And let your other hold on to a kite that is a

Shooting Star.

The harvest moon will rise above us,

as we fly,

A second, smaller part of the previous post I made entitled "Billy, part 1"

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Billy did not own a home. Instead, he lived out of his truck. 

This is just a little thing I have been slowly working on over the past few days. I don't know if its going to go anywhere farther than this.