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Roses is red an' my neck's red too
an' you make my lips pucker like a big plug o' chew.
If you was my shed I'd be proud to have made ya
an' if you was my gun, in my rack I'd display ya.
Cuz yer sleek like a bass boat an' hotter'n fire
yer more grippin' to me than a new set o' tires.
I'm a sad, lovesick fool jus' a-carryin' a torch
an' I whine like them houn' dogs that's under my porch.
Cuz you make my head spin
like i'uz drinkin' White Lightnin'
(I ain't use to much thinkin'
I confess it's a mite fright'nin')
But you've stol my poor heart
like that big ol' tornader
that come through last month
an' took off with my trailer...
So I'll give you sum candy an' flowers by the duz'n --
Heck, I'd rather kiss you than my purt'iest cuz'n!
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You 'n' me go together
like catfish "n' beer batter!
Poem and Art by Nate Owens
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