Mosquito just fell
in my burrito, oh cripes!
Must be summer time
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Mosquito just fell
in my burrito, oh cripes!
Must be summer time
I grow
I harvest
I eat
Wild Mary please oh please
Please return my cavalry
Never mind you're dead
Winter queen:
Her heart is too cold
her face is too beatiful
and we don't want her
Wheat is like pure gold
It seams to keep it a flow
Bread brew settlers go
Warmth surrounds me
Morning air in my lungs
Kingdoms rise with the sun
I Need Many Hardwood
They grow near south Cost But Far
Cutter! Move Fast!
A Warm Summer night
the full moon gives off its' light
the crows take flight
My fish are schooling
The friary is brewing
My land is growing
If the sun was cold
we would be told to be bold
with ice swords to hold