My Country Ass Day
Hear yee Hear the among a willow tree with a stinging bee here living in the country without a living mind while sitting in my blind waiting to find a deer while drinking root beer when I blast a deer I have another sip of root beer while walking backto the house I see a field mouse while at home I skin the deer and cook the meat and have a large feist
Copyright © Nathan Turnmire | Year Posted 2016
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