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Earthy
Your hair is so black
It's as though the coal
Your Welsh grandfather mined
Stained your genes
Your owl-wise eyes are the peculiar brown
Of sepiatone photographs
And you turn the color
Of South Carolina mud
Beneath the July sun
And your beautiful mouth
Speaks old-soul earthy truths
That would shame an old Blues singer
And bring Woody Guthrie to tears
