... addiction ..., ... Applachia ..., ... beauty ..., ... country ..., ... girl ..., ... heartsick ..., ... home ..., ... humor ..., ... kiss ..., ... life ..., ... lips ..., ... love ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... relationships ..., ... religion ..., ... summer ..., ... the South ..., ... time ..., ... weed ..., ... written under the influence ...

Serenade

Now that summer’s
Moon has turned away

And left her
Desolate

She bids farewell,
With a quip
And a song
And a blissful
Moment of
Love gone wrong.

Sing to me ladies
Sing to me pure
With voices low
‘n a brazen lure

And I’ll succumb
To your summer moon
Your summer swelt
Your summer gloom

When riverbanks flood
And fat stoves sink
And old ladies pray
And old ladies pray

The desolate shall rise.

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