In the country I was a no show girl
With hair wild upon my head
I'd run and play and make mud pies
Until I went to bed
There were chickens and cows
Goats and pigs
Animals all around
And somehow, everything we did
Was connected with the ground
We'd root around in the garden
And go fishin' in the pond
We'd pick wildberries on the path
And have all kinds of fun
We'd walk along the dusty roads
Wade in the small creek
And eat the red clay dirt
In the country, we always knew
A little dirt could never hurt
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Poems of a dark soul
Şiirthese are a mix of poems from someone who wishes to be anonymous. its about their struggles through life. we hope you enjoy and comment if you want more. *WARNING* MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERS
