For no one but a logger Stirs his coffee with his thumb.
I was, actually, thinking of that song. But I would still read your tall tales of New England.
One of them was remarkable for two things: being a pretty young woman, and having a long curly lock of hair at the front of her head while she'd shaved the back bald. She was Fortuna.
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Stirs his coffee with his thumb.
I was, actually, thinking of that song. But I would still read your tall tales of New England.
One of them was remarkable for two things: being a pretty young woman, and having a long curly lock of hair at the front of her head while she'd shaved the back bald. She was Fortuna.
Poem!