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My Belov'd Confederate Bride (She's All Right With Me)
My true love wades for me across the tarn
My Confederate bride doth slumber O’er Vermont & Franklin I travel ‘cross union On stygian roped rafts of lumber The wind doth taste of death with no shoes But like hot water to Fatima How I do long to feed ye again A brunch fit for a queen-a Let me feed you in the morning Though you might not be too hungry I’ll fix you a big breakfast With all the trimmings Pancakes and sausage A pannikan of coffee or tea Let me feed you in the morning Feed Feed Feed ye Now don’t get up Just stay in bed Let me cover you in ointment And as you eat I’ll harmonize In moonbeams light anointment I'll serve you dishes Egg roll pie supreme An angel smile sonata And when you’re through Your room I’ll clean With lemon fresh to-mata Life can be fleeting Shortened & brief And unexpected tides Pull you under The spin of Fortuna Before we had met When chaos & night Ruled the thunder The End. |
lemon fresh to-mata!
:snap: :) |
Is she at the 7-Eleven?
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I ****ing loved this. From the title (FANTASTIC!) on.
My favorite bits are the end bits: "I'll serve you dishes Egg roll pie supreme An angel smile sonata And when you’re through Your room I’ll clean With lemon fresh to-mata Life can be fleeting Shortened & brief And unexpected tides Pull you under The spin of Fortuna Before me had met When chaos & night Ruled the thunder The End." |
Like a good piece of bacon, the end bits can be quite satisfying.
Why am I thinking about bacon? |
Bacon is good. Pork chops are good ...
And in the last stanza its before WE had met ... but there is not changing that now. How did I miss that? Man, that nags me ... Anyway, thanks for the kind words. |
Does Franklin go throught to Vermont? (and as I typed this I remembered)
Ah! House of Pies! And Fred 62 My stomach lies At its Waterloo |
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