I first started writing songs, so I thought - at ten years-old (so young) I didn't let anyone see them and burned all for a great fire. I was later encouraged to write by a nun - a Catholic nun, whom did hear me singing while washing pots n pans, after which she provided me a slice of her pie and saidyou need to join our choir for the talent you have needs not pots n pans to drown-out your lovely voice; Shy then and now I did as she asked; So she would come -by to hear me sing. after which another slice of pie would be offered. We would sit together and write poetry and to this day I haven't washed a single pot or pan! Though I'll bet-ya I can 'spot a poem to pen' more…
I set out lookin' fer some way to scribe,
that wer' a different, en catch yarn ear
Well first I'd try, 'ee hollerin' a rhyme,
with all CAPS, this only brought er tear,
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She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues,
step-pin' out, in her sexy...
cowgirl leather boots, red white & blue,
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