It’s quite a place, this Texas
Its hills, its prairies, its mountains high
Its valleys lush, its rivers and streams
That sparkle in the light
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I leaned on the remnants of an old rail fence
As I looked at the dead oak tree
Standing like a silent sentry
In the fallow fields of a long abandoned farmstead.
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Lying on my side, facing the window of my room
I watched a large orange tomcat as he chased and played
With a green and tan lizard near a rose bush
And finally feasting upon its flesh.
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