Orion hunts high, the chill nears, ears are fall deaf,
a wood splitters wishes of softer dishes run dry wells before the whiskey
so sirius treads briskly toward the sun, another hunts begun
before the days done, stag stick n string shall again unite as one
beings sustain the weight of rain n shine for the youth
my sons and daughters learn from yer roots,
choose painest free routes n climb on through my time here
seismic endeavors care not of weather patterns n permits for war paint
cold rain lays hate to brow n brother, my head bows to bow,
just know that no goatly deed goes unnoticed
hard work and extreme focus be thankless n the meat ll choke us,
postharvest, we gather n feed n feed the hordes whats left basically bare bones
Hoyt yaah hooo!! a return to venisence.....
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