Regional Honesty
When my folks sat,”Well the boys ’round here”:
Just as I did seven years ago,
And think-
Why am I still here?
Talking to a boy
whom I know nothing about.
So when my folks say that-
About the boys in these parts,
I have to laugh.
Because girls make my heart-
sing.
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Memory stanza first–reality stanza last–great crafting.
love ending
me too