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| Noah And Megan Are In Love |
7/27/2012
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His name is Noah Golden and he's up to no good.
He's hangin out with the love of his life in their cabin in the wood.
Doin things that nobody ever thought they would.
The life outside the city their home away from their hood.
This is how it is on their couple acres of land.
The perfect wife now taking his hand.
Something we can all understand.
A little happiness can go a long way when it's planned.
When he's done with teaching they can teach themselves.
About life and how to travel and read their books from the shelves.
If there were shelves in his cabin he'd be all set.
But he'd sooner read a book about Nietzche than watch TV or surf the Internet.
The campfire sparks go higher and higher.
The brook sings songs passing by.
The outhouse smells from wire to wire.
The trees comfort the winds run dry.
Their home a cabin a little shack not quite a yurt.
But if anyone says anything different they might get hurt.
Though it could be an inspiration to the right person.
Someone who loves the woods another Noah version.
Noah and Megan are in love.
Makin' their meals on a makeshift stove.
Tenting out in the middle of nowhere.
Yet to each other they are everything always somewhere.
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