yes you had fun getting post to paperOn a dark and windy night. Resting upon a ridge along the way. One can hear the mournful cry of yippee yi aaay, Yippee yi ohhhh from the Riders in the sky. Faces gaunt, eyes blurred, and shirts soaked with sweat. Riding hard on horses snorting fire, to catch that herd but they aint caught em yet, for they must ride forever across these endless skies.
Plowing through a cloudy draw. A herd of red eye cows, with hooves made of iron and horns of steel. Gaunt worn out riders trying to corral them, in their gerrymandering corrals.
As the riders ride on by a thundering bolt of fear is called out for all to hear. If you want to save your soul from forever a riding on this range; then republicans change your ways today or forever will yee be a riding, trying to catch the devils herd, across these endless skies. Yippee yi aaay, Yippee yi ohhhh ..
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