Maybe you was standin in the way, bein you. When I finely made up me
mind ta come outta me hole an look roun.
The sun was ashinin an all’s I could see was you n me.
I slapped my sloppy, gutless self in the face lass nigh, cause a me not
wanten ta lose ya as a frien.
Dunno know what I was a thinkin bout. Loss me head I gess.
Please scuse da mess.
©Jen Goldie 3/23/2019