Roaming down country music lanes of reminiscence, living a
life of energetic rhythms, participating in traits of the
old west so elusively.
An easy and tempting wonder, tasting of root beer, holding
me in it's power, loving the taste of it's essence, trigger-
ing peace of serenity leaning into beauty of many chords.
Lying back, enchanting melodies combing through intellect
with the utmost care all through the evening, waiting for
the hour of a New Year to be known exactly.
Wandering through all festivities, seeing others enjoying
themselves with others, knowing we're all having fun as we
gather together at a midnight hour.
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