mycoat is on the floor

[rerh]

I woke up with some southern hick's soul flowing through my veins. He picked up my harmonica, monica, and went off like an old (how do I say) American African. All I want to do now is park my fat ass on a porch and smoke my pipe...slowly. Tap my foot, rock my chair, with the occasional hoot and holler. Though I got no porch worth my crying.

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that is why yr mine...

[mydirtofluck]

here i am
prairieland
got it all
got gun in hand
i'll sweep the porch
i'll dust his room
we'll sleep together
on our chair at noon....

(~our wife polly jean)