Whaur Camp
300 nominated me as God |
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| There's Whaur Enterntainment for all A drama reflection on their days The Devil is the sun saying hello And for long hours lighting the stage |
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| Drawn up the seat - then sit next to me Animals with hats and people sewn on beaks I can take aim at their heads But they know the theatre as well as me |
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| When the one that really stinks abuses Abuses my nose without pity Like swings: arms and ???legs are beating drums without rhythm on trees |
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| Sometimes sewn to ornamental dress Their most golden hours smiling rest (nest?) A (sherack) freeze to wash and whaur The animal came starring to die |
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Indians and pilgrims avoid here and |
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