Georgia girl

The other day, Outside she went my Tomboy wife, Never lived north Mason Dixen line, Sure she’d freeze, Sweetshirt orange on, Rolled up sleeves. Smile plastered upon her face, My Georgia peach, Our plastic shovel in hand, Proud as punch, Shes telling me, ‘Guess what I shoveled!’ She’s so cute, Sher Greenwolf, Sunday,February twenty-eight moversContinue reading “Georgia girl”