James Peranteau Poet Romanticism

i her champion

.
              thus came boldly
                      her she
                       sweet
          and i could smell hern

             and mine fist were
                        sore
                         az 
               their he selves

                     for 'fore
                       them
           to i wuz thuh swear
         "not a hair anywhere
               'long her body
         nor the live connected
              'to each strand
                belonged to 
                        but
                           i"

                     ((tap))

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