summers heady nights
sweat slowly sliding down your back
fireflys sparkling across the fields
breathing in the air that dare not cools
Swinging on a porch swing
drinking lemonade
Laughter and music swelling from nearby farms
someone playing a guitar
Night time sky
stars all a twinkling
not a car in site
cept for a tractor here and there
The South
hot, homemade, heady
makes your blood boil
and your head spin
No place like it really
once it captures you though
makes you never wanna come home
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