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miercuri, 31 iulie 2013


Did We?

Did we ever go to Mexico
And lie on the pebbled sand?
Didn't we dream of a silver screen
As we slept by the clefted lands?
Or have we never left this red clay bottom
Where we sack cotton
And wish for a better day?

Maybe he was only lookin
For his lonely cookin mama
To stand bare breasted long enough
To feed his hungry hand.
Or maybe I was finally ready
For a long shore shovelin daddy
To meet my need
And see me as I am.

Or maybe nothing’s as it seems,
And all of it was just a dream,
But either way,
I’m still walkin as on air.

-jenn long

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