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On some back road in Texas 
Where time had flown away
Sat a dreamlike Kinkade home
Of warmth and heart, not paint,
With shaded walkway arbor 
Crowned with leaves and flowers.
                          Love dwelt there.
A lovely little couple,
Long past their youthful prime,
Welcomed us into their home
With bright and cheerful smiles
Saying, “We over-ripe grapes
Are now in raisin time.”
                            Love was there.
Our afternoon was blissful
Midst rose and hollyhock
Seated near a lily pond, 
A lotus eater’s dream,
With tea, crumpets, clotted cream
And conversation sweet.
                        Love shared there. 
We bade farewell at even 
With smiles, and hugs and tears
To Pop Vin and Auntie Mae.
A stooped for sale sign wept 
For the home they would depart.
The pair smiled even so.
                        Love held on.
One later year we passed by
Under a searing sky
That burned up cornfields nearby
Their home worn and withered
As grapes long past raisin time.
Wistfully we knew why:
                        Love had gone.

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