Between shows of the Virginia City Camel Races, I found myself sitting in the shade, people-watching, done laissez-faire, without word or action. I was enjoying the warm breeze, one that both heats and cools, when suddenly my mind wandered off without me…
I am a storyteller
O’ I am a storyteller
O’ I am a storyteller
And I walked away from home.
O’ I am a storyteller.
I once was a big old dog.
O’ a big wet-nosed dog
O’ a big wet-nosed dog
And I wandered off to roam
O’ a big wet-nosed dog
I am a storyteller
O’ I am a storyteller
O’ I am a storyteller
And I walked away from home.
O’ I am a storyteller.
I once was little bitty fish.
O’ a bitty little swimmin’ fish
O’ a bitty little swimmin’ fish
And play in a sea of foam
O’ a little bitty fish
I am a storyteller
O’ I am a storyteller
O’ I am a storyteller
And I walked away from home.
O’ I am a storyteller.
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