Awkward Walnut
I am absorbed into earth and
Flowers burst full bloom
From the hazel gloom
Of my wet irises
For her
Well now you see her
Yeah her
O well that girl
She takes me in sips and
She slips whispers
Into the strand of my red
And plucks grapes from my fine vines
My baby loves me for me and for my wine
But lately I’ve been dry and fruitless
So you saw
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