These are the things I remember, well
The raising clouds over the smokey hill
into the Natal Moon
where the Boer sharp shooter
plies his *** shot luck at us,
Rooi Necks over the ridge
and we drink in mirth
surviving another capricious Summer
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC
These are the things I remember, well
The raising clouds over the smokey hill
into the Natal Moon
where the Boer sharp shooter
plies his *** shot luck at us,
Rooi Necks over the ridge
and we drink in mirth
surviving another capricious Summer
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