
I didn’t see it at all
At least not that I recall
The vision that made me first fall
I only heard his southern drawl
What words his language mauled
No, not impressed or enthralled
Then he turned, a rough hewn call
With hat and boots, and leather haul
Quickly forgot the language pall.
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Very clever 🙂
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🙂 love it.
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Awesomee! Very nice poem!
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