Ordinary Folk 1
ordinary folk
5 foot 11 man with median small hands
ordinary man
forgive those blood-suckers that shoot the dead
fathom prey victims pray
nothing left all went right
ordinary folk
you woman boast about all the male damaged
you conquered in kind
4 foot nine shapely woman, with pearl-eyes
you've a coveted kind mission find
pregnant thighs
ordinary woman
weds, marries Mr. Small-Hands
Gen X children saying whose Popeye
Chickens or sailor fries
To your surprise
This isn't a joke
Tripping is this tale of ordinary folk
11/02/18
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2018
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