+ America Walking -

A full year had elapsed Since last we came to pass Her whereabouts I possessed not a clue Notably I took interest in the fact That she now was working At the venue whence first we had met Those sandy, brown locks wavering Accompanied by the most provocative lips America did see Caused me to re-visualize assorted levels of elation She was a walking religion Yet fearfully she was in denial Though judging by the way our eyes locked Ultimately I sensed that still Something was there…