10-02-2017, 04:15 PM
No reserve
Belly full of summer
now cramps in winter's hold,
Otago runs away with hope
and snows so deep
depression creeps, so cold.
Let me sleep,
I've carried children, wife and horse
followed Aussies yellow road,
sang songs that ward away old ghosts
that tell the tale of miners gold.
The river now feels my feet,
my breath falls shallow to panning pools.
Soon I'll become the white
shores edge. Just let me sleep.
Belly full of summer
now cramps in winter's hold,
Otago runs away with hope
and snows so deep
depression creeps, so cold.
Let me sleep,
I've carried children, wife and horse
followed Aussies yellow road,
sang songs that ward away old ghosts
that tell the tale of miners gold.
The river now feels my feet,
my breath falls shallow to panning pools.
Soon I'll become the white
shores edge. Just let me sleep.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out