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"
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Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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