Mississippi

 
 
 
    Riverside romance one dusky June
    Turned into a winter poem
    By firelight – light of the moon.
 
    We loved and parted all too soon
    Each to return, a separate home
    Riverside romance one dusky June.
 
    I catch a glint, a ring of spoon
    Flashing through the tale I spin
    By firelight – light of the moon.
 
    Sometimes at night I hear you croon
    “We never had a chance to win.”
    Riverside romance one dusky June
    By firelight – light of the moon.
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