Hearing his Story
she stepped out of the wagon
a vision in purples and pink
my tail was dragg’n
I could barely think
she was a vision
this Bohemian queen
one of the prettiest maidens
I had ever seen
I stared at the speaker
Mr. T.J. Grimes
Do you always speak
your stories in rhymes?
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