the dream whence came true

.

                     'twuz 'hind an orchard
                         'long a bumpkin's
                                 road
                    where'st she caught me 
                         in her rain barrel
                              white yet
                                 burnt
                              unto mine 
                                   red

                                  yup
                        whilst mine jeanz
                                 dry'n
                              on an old
                               mailbox
                                  post
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