Little Brown Jugs
Little Brown Jugs,
Little Brown Jugs,
What so mysteriously is hiding you
from me?
Is it a comedian's mask grinning
nonchalantly so as to not arouse suspicion?
Or s it a lover's valentine turned
green with envy?
Could it be a spinder with outstreched
legs to hid your secret,
Or is it a ragin river fed by its
branches, rushing onward to the sea?
Little Brown Jugs, what's hiding
you from me?
Little Brown Jugs, let me see you!
— Brenda Hancock
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