'bout her rock climbing
.
who'd duh thunk
the
pretty
church girl
she made sure though
her Sunday best
were folded and hung
'fore
climbing
Such the feel
y'all know
i meant
sight
I told her that she
should get the trophy
she said that
it
I mean that
i wuz her
trophy
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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