Dry as a Bone
Sun bleaching bones
to a brilliant white
Carcass long gone
In 120 degrees Fahrenheit
Separated from his herd
Some time ago
Never seeing them again
He headed to the oxbow

Sun bleaching bones
to a brilliant white
Carcass long gone
In 120 degrees Fahrenheit
Separated from his herd
Some time ago
Never seeing them again
He headed to the oxbow
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