I will bare them white
I will bare them bowed I will bare them scarred And I will bare them moled Bulging with veins Prickly with hair I will bare these legs Nearly everywhere Up the South Sister Down the Dead Sea Taking me places I wanted to see So when I am tempted To don pants in the sun I will resist the urge And let my legs run!
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