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The wind out of Oklahoma this morning smelled like blood and smoke.
and the crows discuss their future in the branches of their Louisiana live oak.
The limbs are strong and heavy, leaves are all aglow.
And the branches brush the upper air, but the roots reach down to where the bad people go.
What will I do with you? Pink and Blue. True Gold. Nine days old.
and the crows discuss their future in the branches of their Louisiana live oak.
The limbs are strong and heavy, leaves are all aglow.
And the branches brush the upper air, but the roots reach down to where the bad people go.
What will I do with you? Pink and Blue. True Gold. Nine days old.