Category : Poems

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Sugar lane hill sugar in the thrill .
I put  a coat of white snow on my mind. 
Like a kid on coke rush, 
I be fine. 

If something dandy turns a girl soul rancid,
I go shake the awful devil of smell. 
 Bring jubliee on three bells.
Do not touch my sugar hill sugar.
God sniffed the salt of your liver. 

I am heck of Deliverer. 
Chipper than a wood pecker.
I chuck wood much more than a wood chuck beaver could .
People ask how?
I say because I am type of cowgirl .

Bought down by the slums  of dirt. 
Picked up, blossom by love and God. 
He the creator say it was alright.
I trembled as my self fallen apart.
I knew he come home and take me to his glory.