The Levee by Cassino
Leroy Crow blew overboard, far away from American buoys.
Into alligators and two by fours... and it made a splash that I will always remember.
The hills collapse into the floor... scared of the skies as it rattles the doors.
They left in horror, and with the lord,
and made a wake that I will always remember.
Many have melted here...
Into a mound of years...
Floating on a loan...
Where the wind won't blow.
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