Near Matches
Ignore Exact
Everything
2
I hope my pony knows the way back home
Gee, You're so Beautiful That It's Starting to Rain
that wounded rider knows the intimacies of the river. its earliest mud is still under his fingernails.
When this horse tires, we shall eat it for strength.
Combat "three dot" handgun sight
we carry home on our backs
ponies in winter
A Catalog of Lonesome Highway Sounds
Mule Variations
all words go somewhere and nothing is ever lost
To this reality I must resign myself
it is a house you build
Dream Log: January 7, 2018
The Hardest Thing
Fatty Lumpkin
Pony
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