Odyssey of the Sprite
Civilians who chant “liquor store blues”
within a Memphis alley way
Where the classical band plays
From dusk till dawn
Would lack intelligence
Should they be taught
That she resembles a foul sprite
For some wild centaur.
Copyright © Glenn Mccrary | Year Posted 2012
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