oh yesss it does happen
.
mine tramp
through
thuh earth's lure (thoroughly mind ya)
stopped suddenly
whilst traipse'n the
appalachianz (off thuh beat'n trail mind ya)
i heard thuh rustle
uv
twigz and duff
thuh soundz chipmonks
treat our hearz to
yet
i too hear'd
breathe
there
peek'n 'round
an old chestnut oak
slowly thuh sloven
feminine
exposed hern solitary
hern pixy spoke broken
english
she made purrrfect
love though like (thoroughly mind ya)
she were born'd here
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2025
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