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the poem as
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the poem as
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Music: The
Lake.
By Jahzzar.
Performed by Jahzzar at the Free
Music Archive
under a Creative
Commons Attribution-ShareAlike license.
Before I
ask y'all, please understand,
Even though I come from way down South,
My heart is more loquacious than my mouth,
Yearning like a wave for your smooth sand.
Very few down here will show their hand,
Aching like a riverbed for rain,
Lying like a platitude in pain,
Each chili inside, outside baked beans bland.
Now here down South it ain't right to demand
The things you're dying for, but you real
fine,
In a voice like preachers set to dine,
Nicely say, "Mind if I trouble you,
Ma'am," -
Easy like - "to be my
Valentine?"
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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