Not all of us who holler, hate.
Not everyone who drawls or twangs
Speaks hatefully, nor everyone
Who prays in stiff-backed pews demands
That God incline to those like us.
Not all of us who ache for fall,
For fishing and football think in thick
And arid ruts. Not all of us.
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This makes me want to sit down on my
porch steps, put my head in my hands, and cry. So true. So close to home.
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