Before I Ask Y'all, Please Understand
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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. |