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When The Land Of Peaches Blooms

to some Yanks

your sweet
Georgian drawl
might be like

salt on a
wound; but
to me, it’s

more akin to
droplets of honey
on my cock-

cascading sweetness

ne’er you mind
them catcalls,

you just keep talkin’

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