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Last night I had a dream that I was in your house. Sitting in my church clothes on your couch. Playing tag in the backyard with my cousins and the smell of a Thanksgiving feast in the oven.
Bernice we miss you but sure look good in blue. Bernice we'll miss you but you look damn good in...
My memory. That's all I have of you. At least it is a good one. And when I think about you I feel the warmth of the sun. And when Hank Williams comes on in my truck I get fucking goosebumps because I know in the back of my mind you are riding shotgun.
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