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(The mourning dove

lifts its right wing in Texas rain)

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One for my baby.

One for the road.

One for my baby. One for the road.

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One for my baby.

Quarter to one.

One for the road.

Remember when baby

quarter to three

smoke halls and gold angels

one for my baby.

One for the road.

She’s on her phone

in the bed

and all my stories

you should have known

I whisper to the duvet

a brief love

a brief kiss between

you and me baby