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Nov 2013
Standing naked on the porch
New gold rings on my fingers
Morning mist in the valley
I couldn’t stop myself.
I couldn’t even try.
Call the healers and call the medics.
Send for a witchdoctor.
Someone needs to wake her up
Morning sun in the valley
It’s gonna be a hot one.
Allen Davis
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Allen Davis  Oklahoma City, OK
(Oklahoma City, OK)   
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