Seed caps nodding over coffee,
“Sure could use some steady rain.”
The Johnsons own the bar and grill.
Their son I dated minds the till.
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A town with four blocks on Main Street,
Enclosed by rows of corn.
The only home my grandpa could imagine.
Bound to the town where I was born.
Business at the County Courthouse.
4-H ribbons at the Fair.
Summer’s eve at eight o’clock.
Couples strolling ‘round the block.
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The doctor’s son came back from med school.
The football star is selling Fords.
Trading gossip with a friend,
Like we did when we were ten.
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