we is sittin in a farawai contri
sippin tea, bein colonial and veri
amiable, personable, inbetween
our bouts uf manegerial diffrensis
& personal crysis. we divides dees
contris between us. u taik india
& china, i go shoppins 4
udder terrtories, and den some.
ill have cows & meddows,
lilacs, ovahgrown paddocks
& run-down houses. ill take
da lot, dream kittehs & all.
dis fall wills b ours, u knows,
from grace to dilapsidated plase,
ur hairi legs brushin agains mi legs,
ur tonguetiedness in mi moufh,
ur south gone west, mi best beads
litterin ur bed, & tons uf regrets.
we’ll count our sorri monnies den
& havs anudder arguesment.
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