Pony Payroll Bones talking April
by Matthew PonY Bones Proctor
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POny Payroll Bones Talking Gathering wood
I was gathering wood
The sun was grayness
Exhaling fog
Over the continent county
I gather wood
No matter the season
The animals are grayness
Wind is barking
Wind is hysterical
I gather wood
No matter the season
Always gather your wood
No matter the season
There is a stillness in sunbeams
Not hot or cold
There is a stillness in the somewheres of rivers
That crookedly snake thru the valley so low
The wind is going backwards
To the pasture
The wind is going to the
Pasture where childood meddles
With old age
There is a coldness
In the summer teething
I gather wood
No matter the season.
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Pony Payroll BOnes Talking Notes on the Mason Dixon LIne
Cotton has been
Looked
Cotton has been chopped
Has been cooked
And soaked up the spoon shine
Cotton has been swabbed
-drove to Pennsylvania
They took down
The country Gold A.M.
Station
In Hanover
Something about changing
Formats
So we visited the pet
Cemetary
In the human cemetery
THe sun did not not shine
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