The house smells like a
crab boil and fried hot peppers
The hallway is so bright
I don't need to turn the light on
Balloon animals and Bud Light
Wait I can't get the lid
Back on the Sambuca
Work and play, play and work
You're shopping
at all of the wrong stores
Dancing on the deck
Overlooking the Sassafras
While my brother plays
our father's guitar
and Mama is blinking back tears.
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