Remember?

Courtin' on the old porch swing
Holdin' hands and dreamin'
On moonlit evenings in July. Futures planned and empires built
Sittin' on the old porch swing
Just the moon, and you, and I.
Winter Winter
Damaged highways
Make us drive like drunken
Sailors, swerving to miss jagged
Pot holes!

by Dorothy Miller Birdwell

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