Its that elm shade, red rust clay you grew up on. That plowed up ground that your dad damned his luck on..that post game party field you circle up on, and when it rains you get stuck on..drift a cloud back behind county roads that you run up, the mud on her jeans that she peeled off and hung up..that blue eyed summer time smile looks so good that it hurts..makes you wanna build a ten percent down, white picket fence house on this dirt..
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 12:02:54 +0000
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