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December 18, 2011
September 28, 2011
I prefer moon and stars to city lights
Summer days and Autumn nights
A baseball field to a ballroom floor
A welcome mat and an open door
To laugh until your face is strained
A thunderstorm with the falling rain
A blanket under a tall oak tree
Listening to the cicadas sing
I prefer the smell of fresh cut grass
To city smog and burning gas
A big’ole hug to a dollar bill
A loving God to a passing thrill
I prefer my life be filled with tears
From utter joy to conquered fears
To meet each day with freshened eyes
Excited hellos and long goodbyes
The hope of all things new to come
I prefer the pain to being numb
A family’s love to a casual fling
A softball glove to a diamond ring
The grinning face of a happy dog
The misty morning’s rolling fog
I prefer an ice cold beer to a glass of wine
A sky of blue to a billboard sign
A nap in a tube on a river float
To a catered cruise on a fancy boat
I prefer to pray for a better day
Than to fret when things don’t go my way
The Texas heat to the New York cold
Staying young but growing old.
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