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Well weren't we precious

Lawd, that boy had a set on him.      
Eatin' corn through a picket fence      
If he had half a mind to try.      
Followin' the breeze of my skirt,      
     
He watched me sidle up the steps,      
And come close to seein' Christmas.      
He'd mutter underneath his breath,      
"I'd run with the big dawgs for you."      
     
And ev'er time I'd let him near,      
That's just exactly what he'd do      
When it'd come time to kissin' me.      
Each time, be dissin' family.      
     
And that's the way it was with us.      
It wasn't clear just who knew what,      
But ev'er cousin and their blood      
Was bound to cross the line just once.      
     
Well-meaning, interfering folk      
Was always pullin' us aside,      
"No right to carry on that way      
And get the short end o' the stick!"
     
     
"Now hold your horses, shug, come 'ere."      
He rode me hard 'n finished wet.      
"You playin' possum?", "Reckon so."      
We slept like dead pigs in the sun.      
     
     
     
This was entered in a DUP competition.
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Published | Edited 8th Nov 2016
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