Ole Black Port

Chime on through, Sweet Spirit!
Bobbin’ back and forth with a stare.
Them ghostly beasts avoid me,
snatch ’em up by the neck midair.
All I see are long ole legs,
straight legs at the Orange Forecourt.
Them tall-unbroken legs,
dropping loads by the Ole Black Port!

🖤 by Amina Caprice Andolini 🖤

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