come back
.
no
'tweren't the shadow
'twere her flesh through
that yellow
frock
dang wind press'n hern
whilst
thuh sun
color'd her flesh
through her
cotton drape
fill'n mine eyne
with
new
think
az she scurry'd through
the daisiez
hide'n ourn licentious
hern lope'd
home
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2025
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