Jonas Hallgrimsson

Southlands

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Southlands is so much nicer
than Seltjörn or Reykjavík.
The moon is much the same here,
and man! our hay's unique.

The heat? It lacks all limit
but I love it anyway,
though the kids sure pant like puppies
and play in the shade all day.

Sheep? We got so many sheep here,
sheepbones are our décor:
Sigfús has seven thousand
sitting round his front door.

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