The Crispy Texans

by on August 23rd, 2014
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Stepped outside, I’ll surely melt
Oppressive heat, sapped dry I felt.
Horrible heat with no end in sight,
No rain either, we’re living in fright.
So when we wither and dry to dust,
Remember us in Texas, please you must!


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