A Log In Th Bog In Th Fog
Accumulated Feathers n Shit.
Fer This Is Where Th Herons Sit
As Th Gators Swim Past
Waitin To Eat Their Ass.
Frogs Are Croakin Under A Fallin Sun
Till A Heron Has Done Abrupted Ones Fun.
A Pirogue Glides By Under A Moss Filtered Heaven.
Oh And Th Snakes, Ive Counted Seven.
-by Louis Hill___/)
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