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Shoveled mud
Just like the kids
With the Preacher's wife
It was my life
If I seemed cursed
To be alone
It was the worst
So I would roam
Out to the fields
To the rodeo grounds
Where yields and yields
Of peace I found
Would walk the streets
Some late night times
While the town sleeps
I wrote my rhymes
Heard the bull frogs
Just like you
Drove the mud bogs
Music flew
Out of my house
Out of my yard
The quiet mouse
Would turn to bard
To write the songs
To sing the blues
Still her heart longs
To cruise the cruise
Of Helix Streets
Lonely winds blow
Flowers sun greet
My roses grow
It was my place
Now many have gone
Just glad the grace
Comes out in song
Of many shots
The windmills turn today
Where nature had the hottie-hots
I thought I'd ever stay
Now Preacher gone
The farm I loved
My heart did bond
With skies above
To another place
Where angels fly
Where on your face
Some tears were dried
Where peace is just
A woman walking in JUSTIN'S
Where nature's trust
There is no fuss in
The place I ended up
Still stands there
The place I got a pup
Where some did care
About a woman
There alone
Country music comin'
From here home
Where she was blessed by some
Cursed by others
Trying to be a nurse and mother
Maybe she failed
Maybe it was time to go
All good she hailed
She misses so
Good is different for us all
She made her stand
The rise and fall
Of one lady's CANDYLAND.

Fall/2014 1500 cj

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