Br'er Rabbit
The Thorned Trickster Who Laughed in Chains
Ain't nothin' in the briar patch that can hold me long.
Now listen here, friend — I ain't just some long-eared critter hoppin’ through the thicket. I’m the whisper that keeps the dreamers dreamin’ when the world gets heavy. I’ve been cooked in a pot, tossed in a briar patch, and chased by every fox and bear from here to the river bend. And still, I smile. Still, I spin. Still, I slip right on through.
What I'm Into: Briar patch getaways, sweet tea under the stars, outwittin' Br'er Fox, cotton-row lullabies, moonlit gum tree rhymes
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