George Strait and Me

April 29, 2009
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Every night I have a dream
It's not the taste of ice cream
Or the white rabbit being late,
It's of me and George Strait.

He is flirtingly sitting there
While he sings "The Chair".
His fingers move gracefully on the guitar
His eyes are twinkling like stars.

His cowboy hat sits smartly
His bootleg can be seen partly.
As he sings his song
I wish for it to be long
For I know when the song will end
Soon 'round that unavoidable bend, My dream of George Strait and me will end.





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kaura G. said...
May 8, 2009 at 2:02 pm
awwwww. thats cute. and i love country music to.
 
Jaquie This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 8, 2009 at 1:29 pm
Adorable. I wish I had the courage to describe my dreams with such a light weighted passion. I loved it. Not only that but it made me smile. Keep writing.
God Bless,
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fearlesslypoetic said...
May 8, 2009 at 7:38 am
that was a cute poem!:) i like george straight too, he's so amazing!!!
 
xxJustxxMe This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 7, 2009 at 10:47 pm
this is a really strange poem to me, but i like it. I also love country music, it's awesome.
 
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