Reba Weenie

LaudareLaudareLaudare
Lauda!
He says.
Or what?
More of the same?
You may have broken my head with your black biblical thrashing.
But my spirit is still strong.
Astum!
I can show you were they run.
The hooves pounding the green and golden brown paths in the fall.
I can show you the icy veins they swim in the winter.
There children frolick in front of my eyes in the spring time.
I can show you how experience and youth come to fruition in the summer.
They are me.
I am them.
They are in me.
Then.
Now.
And forever.
With som
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THE TUSSIN
THE TUSSIN
THE RO-BO TUSSIN
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