Mason-Dixon Line
dividing, between north and south
by a wide belt of leather
is drawn an imaginary Tangent line
called the Mason-Dixon
close your eyes and wander
you won't need GPS
let your lips and hands roam free
and discover many delights
follicles smell of magnolias in bloom
just like the Mississippi trees
see the pleasure in my eyes
as green as Carolina seas
savor all of my kisses
dripping Virginia maple sugar
slide your hand down these long limbs
as soft as Arkansas cotton
juices flowing sweetly
that taste of Georgia Peach
come and explore these treasures
waiting, but within your reach
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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