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every year, it seems to me.
Them cows are mule deer wild and hard to find"".
The other fellers seemed impressed as Wes put on a show.
Camp stories flew

wind blows band-aids away
Machines drive herd of men
Deer make love before rest
Boy on a mother's breast
Spirit's wings, feelings snare
Lords unseen,

The condition of a heart keeps turning the deer come around
You've got to hunt them down you got to let a wolf in your heart
He'll keep the deer out

I love looking at tits
By that I mean birds
The reds are the rarest females in the herd
I can barely bear it
This festering urge
Captured with

woolly
Heating up the air they breathe in, their nose contains warm blood flowing
They're the only species of deer known
Where both males and females will

After last weekend
I heard some nigga speaking
About some Tyga beef shit
Like oh, when I see him
I live a landslide occur when deers run
By in herds

in the valley in my mind
And its breath, both foul and holy
is like the deer to a dying hind;

Wordless - yet in soul so true
Nameless - yet it lives

Something to Shoot

Chris Wall

Steal This Disc, Vol. 3

1988

the money, I don't care about the loot
Give me Jack Daniel's whiskey and something to shoot

Now there's a whole herd of elk, right there in a line
But

it seems
A deer in high beams, hearin the screams
A mess and ya wettin ya skinny ass jeans
Must be too tight to move, whatchu tryin to prove
You

it means to get to 
Or into violencе 
I'm here again 
To turn the herd of deers 
Into the lions 
I’m here again 
I’m hurricane 
 
What's in the mirror

Joe carved a whale for my birthday 07
I never really got to thank him back then
Hung on the wall like a deer in the den
He hung himself a few years

to take
Asks, 'Did St Patrick banish all the snakes?'
My Ireland is the Children of Lir, Tír na nÓg
A herd of deer and a Connacht brogue
My Ireland is

Early like a pioneer
Classic like those flying deer
Smelling like my reign is here
Time for me to switch my gear
Made it though all the pain and tears

You are hunted from birth
A deer in the throng
A lion without a pride
What keeps you alive
Is not the will to survive
Or the will to be free
It keeps

a cottage
Let's pause now, and just study how
The wind howls and a herd of whores blow over
But I'm not done with you sick cows wailing out vowels
Moreover,

Western land was made for those
Who like land wild and free
For cattle, deer and buffalo
For tumbling weed and me
For those who like a land the way

down by the running herd of deer
Nowhere to go nowhere to hide there's only fate that's on your side
You can make a dash for the hills you won't get too

Plants are growing on Earth, let 'em grow it's ok it's ok
Bunny feeding on grass, let it eat it's ok it's ok
Lion eying deer in a herd, let it prey

shelter,
Sent to good friends, family, and the laws taken
Herds of deer make rapport, decapitation banter
Body parts shall fly about, grotesque yet stout

no tracks
They just vanish and appear
Like grey wisps of hair

Well the locals swear that nobody cares
About their herds or elk or deer
So

I'm the only roller here
Bikers staring at parks
Like herds of deer
Sizing up my mettle
Plastic's soft for their metal
True, true
I get it
The turf

and graze abounds
Covered with buffalo herds
In the fall we'll hunt deer in the spring boil syrup
Up in Harrodsburg
They say ole Harrod has built him a fort

so, deep
But God, I know, I feel you in the air
In the snow and herds of deer
So my heart, my soul, are all for you

was
Crying out for weeks, like a deer lost from the herd
I know you tried to warn me but I just shook you off
You bellowed somethingu0027s I gotta work