Like driving to the Bay and listening
Country which is Fine When it's not CorpWrit
Dead of Desire Overfilled with Power
I Reckon, Cowgirls Calves in their Pre-Teens
Elementary School, SUMMIT, where I first
wrote a Poem Protect the Females
who want to Become Leaders in Service
to Humanidad Keep their Tender Skulls
Young and Green and Unspilt of their Flowers
Guard them as my Grandmother Edith did
when she put a Bouquet of One between
the pages of a Book. In that place
the pages of a Book. In that place
I left you a Petal, Tender Girl Child.
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