Memoirs of a Honky
My mother raised me;
I raised my mother. We
were the ones who really
did not want to move
to Lubbock, Texas and
fifteen years out now
none of us can imagine
another place in the entire world.
She's over my shoulder now:
she says "crops are raised,
children are reared." And
I only get my top cropped
at Christmastime.
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