‘The Good Mama Blues’
Busten out ponies that no one else would. No withers, no buttocks, no saddle to stride on Bungo and Mojo, Mama did ride.
Busten out ponies that no one else would. No withers, no buttocks, no saddle to stride on Bungo and Mojo, Mama did ride.
I found this folded piece of paper tucked inside my Great Great Grandfather, Revered John Robert’s, bible. -Author and date of publication unknown-
A wind blows cold against bare flesh; a heavy mask lingers impenetrable to the heavy cloak of night, by even the deceiving moon.