He wooed like a bullfrog
lost in the sound of his burping song
not noticing her already right next to him
a frontier woman
wiping chaffed red hands on skirts
hands that kneaded trees and chopped bread
that caste the first woman's vote
all while a husband's pining words
got lost in his own ears
lost in the sound of his burping song
not noticing her already right next to him
a frontier woman
wiping chaffed red hands on skirts
hands that kneaded trees and chopped bread
that caste the first woman's vote
all while a husband's pining words
got lost in his own ears
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