Mushroom Horse


My bike is my horse,
My horse is my culture,
And bike gets me the mushrooms,
That feeds that culture,
That place,
White man,
Cuts those trees for a fee,
And sell the lots by the piece,
The bicycle my Land kayak,
Basket on my back,
Leaves in my hair,

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