Yonder Paradox

Tis true that deep Within her heart, you thought was mine I knew beat yours. I might be southern and a hick but know the difference tween a turtle and it's brothers gopher hole. You think me dumb, I am you see. Around your circles I have run the more I see you run, I won't, you will. Your wood upon my fire was placed, by you to burn as mine disgraced, not wise of you I found within my cotton field I grew you bought with her to sell replanted and to spread it far and wide each heavy bag, you try to sell to me against each burning field and blind. No I'm not that Quick I wait, for miles and miles and hot your smile in her on me and 'Judge' you washed it white a Picket fence so 'dear' away. My end of time, old 'Mummy' lives around the bend, upon your court house steps from him she wears upon my wrist, her sin. Sweet southern man I am no thanks to you. We beat both side of the same sheet that hangs between, each candy 'Apple' red Corvettes two seats. R.L.