come on y'all follow me
.
Firstly
lets gather our bindles
for our tramp may cause
ourn famish
Well
Here we are
at the westernmost edge uv
the notable
Atlantic
And there
Butt 'gainst that citadel
wild
For generations
beloved berry brambles
Wait
oh
i pray
wait
for there iz
mine Rosheen
the feminine in
"Ginger waves"
and through the
Fall drops
i dreamt
and behold
there she be
hern ginger
and
ocean cheeks
Hurry
Follow me
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2023
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