The Rabbit Catcher
It was a place of force—The wind gagging my mouth with my own blown hair,
Tearing off my voice, and the
Blinding me with its lights, the lives of the
Unreeling in it, spreading like oil
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It was a place of force—The wind gagging my mouth with my own blown hair,
Tearing off my voice, and the
Blinding me with its lights, the lives of the
Unreeling in it, spreading like oil
Once der was a meetin' in de wilderness,
All de critters of creation dey was dar;
Brer Rabbit,
Brer 'Possum,