Sun in my eyes and bubbling tar
And one clear lane for me.
May there be no honking of the cars
When I put out to see
If such a creek as Shoal lies asleep
Too dry for suds or loam
And that witches brew comes out a toothless creep
While I throw up a bone.
Twilight and all's right swell
And after that I'll lark
May there be no gladness in Hell when
When, at the moon, I bark
And though from out my barn of shame and grace
The trees my bareness bar
I'll stoop to tie my shoes - lace to lace
When I have crossed Lamar.
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