It was the strange situation
of two homesick Texans
revisiting the summer heat of Texas
from our temporal home
in cold-hearted Denver,
but the Roadtoad and I
managed it in style,
sitting up in the breezy shade
of his sister’s rambling old porch,
each with a cold longneck Lone Star in hand
and a warm teenage Texas girl in lap.
“This is about as good as it gets,”
my buddy mused.











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State of Pride










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