Casey Culture
I see a green tree
I think of her
I see a green Starbucks straw
I think of her
I see a green road sign
I think of her
Her is Casey
A girl in a woman’s body
With a culture entirely her own
I care for Casey it’s my job
Her needs are special
As is she
Time with her is work
But it’s also what I need
She inspires me
Teaches me
And entertains me
Most of all her favorite color is green
Casey culture is its own breed
It’s why I am writing
I’ve also written more
And if you care to implore
I have a blog titled
Casey culture
I think of her.
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