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Grapevined Texan
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There
Lake's edge
we picnicked
Butt 'gainst the wet
we had umbrellas
and the barbecue pit
we roasted the marshmallows
But the finest were yet to come
There'd be the pitch of night and the flames
from the pit likewise the green of her eyes
Copyright ©
James Peranteau
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