It’s cold here in Murray,
but I’m in no hurry
to be on our way is a given,
And though we might slumber,
our days are all numbered
forgive us our sins as we live them
Ignore the chatter,
but pay the mad Hatter
as royalty demands their tax
By gravel and rut
a tree has been cut
without ever wielding an axe ~
Lions Mane 
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