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Oklahoma memories

Being born of this red clay In our states first capitol I caught my first catfish Rode horses on the farm My face was sunshine warmed. Being born of this red clay Where the Devon is so tall Chicken fry my favorite dish Loving our country charm The folks here kind and warm. Being born of this red clay I hear my mommas call Bedtime prayers not to miss As my socks she did darn By the fireside so warm. Being born of this red clay Spring days we did loll As the Cimmaron did swish There we found no harm The summer water so warm.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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