Based in Alabama, Poems in Various Places
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But when I was lonely, sad, and homesick my first year up in Cambridge, that chorus “Lord, what I’d give to see an Alabama sundown.” Whew.
Dolly was a promise that home was always there, no matter what. What a loss.
But when I was lonely, sad, and homesick my first year up in Cambridge, that chorus “Lord, what I’d give to see an Alabama sundown.” Whew.
Dolly was a promise that home was always there, no matter what. What a loss.
Huge fan—countless die cast cars, hats, shirts, a Busch plate on his always perfectly waxed car.
I feel odd, today. Might have to break out one of my dad’s shirts tomorrow.
Huge fan—countless die cast cars, hats, shirts, a Busch plate on his always perfectly waxed car.
I feel odd, today. Might have to break out one of my dad’s shirts tomorrow.
Happy National Poetry Month 🤍
Happy National Poetry Month 🤍