04-22-2021, 09:48 PM
No reserve NZ
Belly full of summer
now cramps in winter's hold,
Otago runs away with hope
and snows so deep
depression creeps, so cold.
Please let me rest,
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 slows into panning pools.
Soon I'll become the white
shores edge and sleep the sleep of fools.
Belly full of summer
now cramps in winter's hold,
Otago runs away with hope
and snows so deep
depression creeps, so cold.
Please let me rest,
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 slows into panning pools.
Soon I'll become the white
shores edge and sleep the sleep of fools.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out