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country. Black Alt Americana,. Prose.


Submitted:Feb 22, 2013    Reads: 9    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


sweet sugar pop hits me like a rain drop

loves me in the moon light-

morning comes don't you stop now.

the taste of a Candy Cane on my seventh Christmas day-

Girl, you're the Cherry top onmy bowl of Ice Cream.

yeah my Girls' six feet tall sleeps in the Kitchen with her

Legs in the Hall... shes my good thing.

They say we never tried tell them they lie

cooler than a waterfall quench me till I start to fall

like Autumn of a New year, tears matter now

least of all

warmer than the Morning Sun dog day are here and gone

memories are all that's left now

got a girl that's six feet tall sleeps in the kitchen

with her Legs in the Hall... shes my good thing

They say we never tried tell them they lie.

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