
Ohwheee! Just windows running
All along the peeling wood the tall
The tuckered gesturing of orange
Traveling glasses ragshined blue
And squaring up to hold me
Ohwhee! Auntie Sisters all your
Dimming shirts your faces plum all
Younger when I get you good and
Really laughing Whay! Ohwheee!
Might just go and raise a total
Child in a miracle of unjust love
Just to call and spell it to her over
Phones the cord cuts up the dry
Wall lines vanilla cross my belly all like
Whaaay! Ohwhaaay! Ohwheeeeeeeeeeee!
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Annie Reynolds lives in Virginia.
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