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Wagon rocking Nobody talking On the trail Sun just a dot But oh, it's hot On the trail We're all worn Our calico torn On the trail We need some water
Sometimes, i lose hope. sometimes the pressure is too much sometimes the memes are too dank for me for my family for my community for us all so i must share them BUT!
Water drips from rigid ringers,From their faces, from their hair.Mud secretes between their toes andWind drives sand into their eyes.Splinters digging, hands are bleeding,Slipping on the wooden rods.
My ancestors came across the plains to pursue a life where they could worship This they did all for me so I might not have to live as they