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Chesney

Chesney

flipping through

the rack

looking for

Lucille

when glimpsed

your hat

white shirt

jeans

and thought

I had ‘em all

$6.99

ripped the

plastic off

and put it in

and sat there

and I don’t know

how long I sat there

’cause track 11

That Lucky Old Sun

kept lapping back

like a wave in the ocean

laid on my back

and closed my eyes

lulled in the lyric

soothed by the sound

lost in the voice

Way Down Here

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery