Coming Down the Hill Living all winter on the whiskey and the beer I see him come the early spring when the roads have begun to clear. It seems like forever, but it won’t be long. He’ll be coming down the hill with his guitar and a song. We barn danced in the fall. He is the apple of my eye. Snows showed up early. No time to day goodbye. It seems…
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