hey, tupelo mind
i strongly suggest you leave
i strongly suggest
you seek another mire
to plink your rotting lyre
hey, tupelo mind
i’ve scraped away your sweet songs
to find naught beneath
i’m allergic to honey
don’t make me your sex bunny
hey, tupelo mind
you cannot woo me
schtum, with roses ‘tween your teeth
do you believe i fancy
your phyllorhodomancy?
yeah, you strum and you jangle
in your bid to entangle
drying salty tears
with the hem of my slip dress
hey, tupelo mind
i don’t care if you have proof
please throw yourself from a roof
your love isn’t real
you just want to ride my flame
hey, tupelo mind
but love’s like a processed beat
chasing after music’s teat
come back, i need you
hey, pay attention to me
dear tupelo mind
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019
unbolt me 
A dream of mad man moon.
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Of course, I thought of Elvis from Tupelo, Mississippi. Strange the connections one’s mind makes, but it could “fit”.
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Actually, Rae, I think it could fit too. I like the way your mind works!
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I take that as a compliment. I have to admit, like the Good Lord, my mind works in “stanges and mysterious ways!” LOL
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phyllorhodomancy… divination by a red leaf? That’s a new one on me.
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It was for us too, Crispina. So cool to learn new things!
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Every day. 🙂
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This calls for a guitar, to be made into a song.
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I totally agree. Gonna have to learn me some chords…
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So do it already! Some of your poetry is begging for it.
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