UNDER N ORANGE MOON

it’z a tang with a bang,
in a heartfelt prayer
arched over the open fire
in the rose-reds
under the big orange
tennessee dreamsicle shine,
in a c’mon mixin
big o’ bonfire,
where the hot lines,
live n dies
for her all out shines
in an ole smokey ever drippin it clear
hangin in the moonlight,
n leavin it all to peachy bellini
in gettin to her lips
all so happenin in a shiners paradise.

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