My girl

She doesn’t think much of herself

but I do

And I will

as long as the sky’s blue

and the land’s still

sweet cream

mingled with the south’s finest of cocoas

sweet dream

mixings of passion, sweetness, and loco

or loca

more stimulating than native coca


woman for certain

sweet almond roca

that’s my girl

sweet scent of destiny


true love

I’ve known by its real name


that’s my girl

About robin

...writer, lover, fellow-man; divinely adrift in a sea of inarguable genius and intellectual nuisance. Read@ Like@ Follow@ and as always, peace, love, and think! View all posts by robin

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