isn't that a l'il young man
.
So i open’d one morn’n
The blindz
Uv
My solarium
Facing the creek
there her’s were
washing the clothes
at the creek
think i thought
"wife"
thus did i
slick back my hair
and rush'd
'cross the creek
and ask'd her father
for her hand in
wed
the old man
said no
i
wuz
robbed
i wuz
twelve
.
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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