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Matters of Dawn

Poison onion rings; Bunion on a sling; Rustic carriage bolts; Shoe string eating, antelopes; what's the matter what's the matter whose ya mad at, son; what's the matter; what's the matter; whose ya mad at, son; when it all settles, when the feet hit the dust;(this ole earth) and the horizon falls from the skies. . . it's on, it's on it's all a matter of it's all a matter of dawn; the Matters of dawn Cankered bison crying; While dancing under the heated son; My cousin from Missouri says he's only seen black squirrels in Nebraska; No one comes this town in the dawn; Catch phrase of the 1970's was, What's going on, going on; and the horizon falls from the skies... it's on, it's on it's all the matter of it's on, it's on it's all a matter of it's all the matter of dawn; the Matters of dawn what's the matter; whose the matter; what's the matter; whose ya mad at son; what's the matter; don't be a hater; lift up your arms, your hands, your head up to the skies; rejoice in the creator, for He made ya; and for this ya need to be grateful;' it's all yes! YA it's all matters of the dawn

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