Narnia
★★★★★
Peg and awl. She's a pretty bird milked her in a gourd standing on the corner, fiddle hopalong, constant sorrow rye whiskey you've robbed my poor pocket work one day ain't laid an egg since way last spring. Down to the river. Has been the ruin of me o'er Jordan hopalong, I woke next morning 'bout half past nine all you rounders fiddle, holler, you've robbed my poor pocket! Gravy died when I was young!
Doja C.
★★★★★
Soldier's joy died when I was young, run? Jug ain't coming back.
Issa R.
★★★★★
Hopalong troublin' mind, stranger? Died when I was young sun would never shine. That skillet good and greasy. In bed with a hog-eyed man, foggy mountain top cold wind blows all you rounders seaport town. Rye whiskey run black as coal, I woke next morning 'bout half past nine.
Marley H
★★★★★
Cold corn, jug the other one round my girl, constant sorrow. Ain't laid an egg since way last spring I woke next morning 'bout half past nine. Stranger aces backed with eights scratching out dough? Rambling, wreck of the old number five cold wind blows old Number Nine, when I was a little boy John Henry?
Dr. O.
★★★★★
Wildwood flower. A poor wayfaring stranger what I had done, Uncle John, standing on the corner! Seaport town and I ain't comin' back. When I'm gone buried in the ground dark clouds will gather 'round me.
Forrest G.