somebody said your name on the radio,
something going on up state,
not to be missed,
sure to be good;
sure I could agree,
except with the not
missing you part.
guess I could drive up?
but it be my luck,
standing outside,
all Dlyanesque without a ticket
not even in the rain.
so I sipped on hot tea.
went back to my afternoon.
knowing, if you were here?
it’d be wild turkey
and I’d be covered in paint
and your sweet bourbon kisses
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You are *on* today.
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thanks for the kind words
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I LOVE this!
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Wonderful imagery.
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thank you. its nice to know it reached you
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