He was holding a tree
Bark ripping in hand
Cutting his flesh
Her long hair
Slapped him fast
It felt right
So good!
And then
They saw something coming
A twisted shadow
Crossing the bight green fields
Something good and real
Pulling its tired body forwards,
Moose!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!
Bark ripping in hand
Cutting his flesh
Her long hair
Slapped him fast
It felt right
So good!
And then
They saw something coming
A twisted shadow
Crossing the bight green fields
Something good and real
Pulling its tired body forwards,
Moose!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!
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