I'll be waiting by the pussywillow,
Traipsing through the rain.
I'll be waiting where the tears and mud ball up
In the ways where the waters flow.
I'll be wearing creme gossamer— tea length,
With my long black veil in tow.
I'll wait by the pussywillow,
But I won't be alone.
Traipsing through the rain.
I'll be waiting where the tears and mud ball up
In the ways where the waters flow.
I'll be wearing creme gossamer— tea length,
With my long black veil in tow.
I'll wait by the pussywillow,
But I won't be alone.
-jenn long
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