Hey, my name's Otis Gray, and you're listening to Sleepy.

A podcast where I read old books to help you get to sleep.

And this is a midweek bedtime story for you. So for the middle of the week here I'm going to be doing a little series of poems actually about Paul Bunyanne which I'm very excited to

read to you and our longer episodes will keep posting every single Sunday as they always have and

Those will have longer intros where I get to thank our Patreon members in these Wednesday episodes in the middle of the week they'll just be shorter

shows short stories series of poems like today that have a beginning and an end and

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I really hope you love these stories.

This series of poems about Paul Bunyan was written by Cloyce R. Houd and, wait for,

Otis T. Houdow. Which I really like. But this is a collection of poems about Paul Bunyan and

his escapains, building and foraging the earth

and his great triumphs in the woods

and the world of lagers. And they are just really entertaining but very, very rhythmic and I hope you like going to sleep to it.

So without further ado, there's a series of poems, Paul Bunyan and

his loggers by Cloyce and Otis are Houde.

And now it's the time for you to fluff up your pillow just how you like it. Feel yourself melt into your bed.

Get real comfortable. Close your eyes and let me read to you. The Paul Bunyanion's trick.

Come all you stump

branch loggers and slickshod choker men, and learn how we gather the round stuff

up on the skinny band.

You fellers call this logging, just sixty cars a day. We kids beat that when I was young and thought it was play.

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