I rode on my horse to North Carolina,
To pick up my bride to South Carolina,
My darling Martha, my baby Martha Hunt,
Take two revolvers- we’re going to hunt.
“Wait, my love- Alex”,- she said it so softly,
“Kiss me right now and very-very softly,
Touch my cheeks, ears, shoulders, lips…
I’ll follow you to the ends on your ships”.
A dream about Wild West
© Copyright: Александр Ковердун, 2017
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