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Me and my mama's two dogs
stand like statues in her backyard.
We all seem patient, waiting
for the tempature to drop
with the slowly setting sun.
It's reached 40degrees at 3pm today.
And to my restless mind,
the cold, the cold here in Georgia,
holds us down.
The dogs don't wanna play.
I don't want to laugh, or
go see my son.
I just wanna stand here
with these mangy dogs,
smokin' a cigarette,
waiting for the sun to tuck back
behind the still pines.
And for night to come on
with it's warm bars filled with
slow beer and dying dreams.
Someday we'll figure this out.
For now, we'll hunker down
and wait for winter to pass.