Fall - Jawbone And The Air-rifle |
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Jawbone And The Air-rifle
Fall The rabbit killer left his home for the clough And said goodbye to his infertile spouse Carried air rifle and firm stock of wood Carried night A cemetery overlooked clough valley of mud And the graveYellowKeeping edges out with mosaic color stones Jawbone and the air rifle Who would think they would bring harm? Jawbone and the air rifle One is cursed and one is borne The air rifle lets out a misIt smashed a chip off a valued tomb Grave-keeper tending wreath-roots said |
