So Olden
So olden
so olden
cold and forgotten
old and rotten
picking cotton
and raising mutton
press the button
reel in the catch
match me to the taker
left outside in the cold
rolled then sold
told that there’s mold in the mire
the pire told sire
that reasoning is acquired
but he said don’t bother me im so tired
Written by Sean randy Joseph McMahon
on/19/03/06/sun
Copyright © Sean Mcmahon | Year Posted 2006
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