The city-slickers wear new boots Down the asphalt roads they go Shiny buckles and clean britches They wear it all for show. It’s just a fashioned statement For the fresa in the duds. They can’t repair a fence Or go tromping through the mud. His hands are soft as feathers He ain’t working much todayContinue reading “In My Town”
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A Few Short Years
They fell in love when they were young. She always knew he was the one. Together, they planned their wedding day, Then said their vows and honeymooned away. But A few months after they said I do, He took his flight on Highway 102. He didn’t survive the road to home, And she cried untilContinue reading “A Few Short Years”
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