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sharrin graves
i buck 2 buck 3 buck 4
i found laying there on the forest floor
contorted and gutted but tied all up
freedom was closer than they probably had thought
but once hit with the lights they stay there dumb struck
i had to move them someone could find them
catch a nasty smell or contract some fatal disease
i had a shove to dig them a proper type grave
but i still had to cut them up to save on the time and space
i guess you could say it was kinda like a mass doe grave
white tails so elegant and so perky
i only wished it was hunting season
maybe then i could skin them and eat them
i found laying there on the forest floor
contorted and gutted but tied all up
freedom was closer than they probably had thought
but once hit with the lights they stay there dumb struck
i had to move them someone could find them
catch a nasty smell or contract some fatal disease
i had a shove to dig them a proper type grave
but i still had to cut them up to save on the time and space
i guess you could say it was kinda like a mass doe grave
white tails so elegant and so perky
i only wished it was hunting season
maybe then i could skin them and eat them
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