With a scrape and bow, or curtsey
southerners have claim..
either or she familial him familiar,
in such a way, to avoid a lie detector...
while belying ones own d.n.a...
and thus it can be extrapolated,
for the good cause of southern grace..
in love.. she was his.... sweet yank...
and she did more for butter scotch.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a refreshing poem and one that doesn't theme on a dime a dozen... It caught me by serprise!