A Thrill
Our mountain hollow spilled starlight’s flicker
When Jill said, “Come, follow me boy, quicker.”
Then, Jill promised me a thrill
And led me to someone’s still.
That night's the time she first made me liquor.
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Limerick Old or New
Andrea Dietrich
February 19, 2016
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
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