Way Up High
He told her the lust he carried.
She told him none 'til they married.
He said," This wait could kill me."
She said," Well, that just could be.
Where would you like to be buried?"
He went to a brothel near by.
The girls all said "no" with a sigh.
They told him,"Honey, don't fear,
You will be married next year."
His grave's on that hill way up high.
5/1/17
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2017
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