Morning dew resting on my front porch with me
The tips of the trees grab hands with the morning sun and feed
Me? Oh I'm just having a lively discussion with hummingbirds and black coffee
"Hey how you doing?" I said, throwing up my hand
With one measly finger pointing outwards
I don't know who that was....
We just do it just because
It's part of the south
9 stands above high and beaming
Hedges are clipped and yard is tended to
Beads of sweat roll as though I was glass of cool sweet tea
Just condensating
Mama Jean made two pickle jars full two yesterday's ago
You talking about "slap yo mama" good
In exchange I helped with her garden
Two pickle jars full? That's a treat you can't beat
At least that's what I said until 4 and no shade
.....I think I'll go get some Gold Peak
7 starts to settle down
Everything has been done and said
I don't like to be out during biting hours
Scratching whelps made by skin diggers
not my thing
I know I can simply use Off
But they drink that too
I even burn some lavender
And caught them having pool party in the wax
Let me hush up so I can go prepare myself for another southern morning
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