My mama told me: “That boy shady, no damn good.” So, I married him.
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Once-yellow tractor Abandoned and forgotten caked with rust and time.
Safe within my heart our secret burns like wildfire; sweet conflagration
Sky swollen and grey angry clouds threaten to burst like water balloons.
Blew through a stop sign. Red lights, sirens, no license. It’s butt-pucker time.
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