Rest for no Man
As wind blows a drift
I lay in the wake
Waiting for the moment
The moment for end
The moment for feast
With the barrel a point
I hold my breath
With the sound of thunder
It finally end
Leaving its meat
Feilld dressed in all
The family will eat it all
Out of the freezing cold
Without a smile smirk
I take my leave and head back to work
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