We made a home in your hall
Found your garth quite comfortable for the week
She was a beauty even when in tears
When she had more grief than Van Gogh
We took a tour of her hidden features
Watched her children play with wonder and delight
That I cannot summon up in any city
But when she smiles and the clouds roll over
Bringing out the dimples in her undulating curves
You know she’s a Northern lass for sure;
Broad and inviting with a soul so pure

With which the South cannot compete.

Little Ginge x


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