Back from where it was burnt.
Smoldering remains.
Only smoke is left.
Waffling through the air waves.
Disappearing above.
Clear the mesquites.
Stack the piles 100 yards apart.
Spark the gasoline.
My advice is to never act on my predictions. Mock them, brush them off, laugh at them, but do not act on them, put no money up. The Hogs...