Sunday, August 29, 2010
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The brown lady of the south is knocking at my door,
carrying bags of oranges she grows inside her yard.
It looks like a friendly gesture, but I know of her wily chops.
She's come by way of the canyons, and the friction makes her hot.
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2/28/2026 8:28:32 AM # 1.0.0
Beautiful poetry, and very nice description. While reading it, I felt I was there, in the neighborhood, watching them two :))