Limitless
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Stopping by Cornfields on a Pheasant Evening
By Limitless and AI
Whose field this is I think I know.
His house is in the town below;
He will not see me pausing here
To watch the cover fill with snow.
My bird dog thinks it mighty queer
To stop with ringnecks hiding near
Between the corn and frozen lake
The coldest evening of the year.
He gives his collar bell a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of wind through grass and heavy flake.
The slough is lovely, dark and deep,
But I have limits I must keep,
And thousands of roosters before I sleep,
And thousands of roosters before I sleep.
By Limitless and AI
Whose field this is I think I know.
His house is in the town below;
He will not see me pausing here
To watch the cover fill with snow.
My bird dog thinks it mighty queer
To stop with ringnecks hiding near
Between the corn and frozen lake
The coldest evening of the year.
He gives his collar bell a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of wind through grass and heavy flake.
The slough is lovely, dark and deep,
But I have limits I must keep,
And thousands of roosters before I sleep,
And thousands of roosters before I sleep.
