Musings by The Poet Loriet

Gone Country

I lost my job.
I lost my man.
Don't even have a dog.
If I did, he'd stray too.

I wish I had a pick-up,
some sh*t-kickin' boots,
tight stretch jeans
and a Dixie arm tattoo,
because that's what
goin'
country
does to a gal!



Lori Beal


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