I lost it all when I found him;
My sense, my mind, my reality
I found it all when he was seen;
My fears, my sorrow, my whim
Lost and found in his briny sea;
Though I’ll never learn to swim
© Delia Ross. 2019
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PoeEternal 
And if you need to walk a mile in my shoes
You’ll have to learn how to swim, and sing the blues
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I am made of blues, born in Greenwood, Mississippi. Deep deep south. Cotton capital of the world. Southern belle.
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