RETURN THE FAVOR doc buzzard in your cart drawn by a pair of fancy goats when you passed my house in the night you dropped a name for my brother I know your daughters vowed to have no children but one lied and so many of us had our birth you wear the disguise of many men for money you heal the sick for no money you load them in the cart and simply haul them away doc buzzard your goats are led by chance to my house in the middle of the night there is a square sided iron nail I keep in a drawer for you I think it held your house together and I would give it back if I could wake when you pass and remember to call out your name
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