One shows me how to lie down in a field of clover. Another how to slip my hand under her Sunday skirt. Another how to kiss with a mouth full of blackberries. Another how to catch fireflies in jar after dark. Here is a stable with a single black mare And the proof of God's existence riding in a red nightgown. Devil's child--or whatever she was? Having the nerve to ask me to go get her a whip.
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