The mountain calls the fog does fall
Up the hill the oats the corn the call
Rocks gravel sand turns to dust
Does and bucks the lust
Out comes the gun the black crows the fun
Bang bang from tow hundred yards
The crows do scatter
Wat the hell crows don,t matter
Tuesday, 18 October 2016
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It's unambiguous, clear, and usually concise.This is a double thumbs up, and the writer of the work it's added to probably feels pretty good when they see it.
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