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May 2013
She loved his work calloused hands,
the way he tipped his hat to strangers,
and his rain-soaked kisses.

She hated sweet tea,
collard greens,
and the word, 'Y'all.'

They packed up and moved to the South.
Colorfulpen
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Colorfulpen  Texas
(Texas)   
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