No bodyPure scienceNo bodyPure essenceAnd the sun wants a place in the skyAs it spins all aroundAnd the rain thinks that it was only dreamingAs it kisses the ground
Out of the woods just in front of my pop out
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3, 4, 5
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7, 8 doe (“a deer a female deer”)
then a buck with quite a rack on him. They bounded up the hill with an exuberance I would be likely unable to muster at that time of the morning had my lot in this life been to care for 8 does.
Carpe Diem people,
boB
Herd of deer?
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