Well, in discussions since, I'm torn only because I cherish socializing, though I abhor the city.
Out where twa rivers meet, or rather thence
Lo, at the top of that peninsla's tail,
In Calhoun County where farm houses hail
At scattered intervals, with half a sense
Of sheer depression hard in tow fr'intents,
They show me where folk lived sans plumbing's scale
As twere of "civ'lized," cell phone service frail,
Point out the pump: an outhouse their defense.
I ask how long they lived thus, and that's poor,
Cuz "all their lives!" (the answer) sez what? to
Me in effect? I canna say. We tour
Their property by A.T.V., the view
Romantic in its backwoods' fashion. Were
I thinking what, that all half seems tae woo?
The mental image which culled this particular title was jesters' silky clown suit divided by two opposing colours....like purple and yellow or something.