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Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:
that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.

By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car
and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing;
she had stiffened already, almost cold.
I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.

My fingers touching her side brought me the reason—
her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting,
alive, still, never to be born.
Beside that mountain road I hesitated.

The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights;
under the hood purred the steady engine.
I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red;
around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.

I thought hard for us all—my only swerving—,
then pushed her over the edge into the river.

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...and on a more serious note

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yeah she know she bad

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yeah she know she bad


eatin dots and shit
she a bad bitch
ghosts tryin to beat
but she ain’t havin dat shit
hit em wit the okie doke
now they hatin on her
what to do when ghosts get blue
she snackin on em

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she got that good good

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lemme get dat ass

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