We got nothing
- swhitby8
- Feb 9
- 1 min read
Scott Whitby, 2025
We got nothing now
But we've had nothing forever
Just a blanket and this land
This dry creek and this sky
These bird sounds and
This baby that cries
Still, we got nothing now
It's all we ever had
This used up garden and some pigs
A little church and confusing words
The smell of cut grass to bale
We got nothing for sure
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