RYAN THE IRON
He's not for trying, that one,
Ryan the Iron : hard man made
of steel. Shackled too well, a
regular lineman. When he was
born I think the Heavens opened
and something fell out. Tumbling
dice were never that nice.
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And now we must take the road to
Tupelo. Honey, you will never truly
know my name. The flyleaf of this
book says one thing, yes, but it's
another completely that I claim.
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I live in the shade of the forest.
I harbor the animals who live on
the ground; they are all welcome
here and they know it. Sometimes
we just sit around.
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