When Ya Got It
It's apple time again, literally falling from the trees
And pumpkins are ready for carving a likeness of me
The name is Jack
Humility I lack
When ya got it, put it out there, yourself to please
(Grin)
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2017
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