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I’m from the Lone Star State,

From the wild west and dusty roads.

I am from the small house under the bright sun.

Brown, brick, it tasted like home.

I am from the blazing heat

The old dog

Whose love I remember

As if it were my own.

I’m from rocky hills and rattlesnakes,

From barbeque stands and country music.

I’m from the blue bonnets and the dry grass,

From large trucks and oil pumps!

I’m from a crazy town

With a BB gun

And ten shots I can do myself.

I’m from Blue Bell ice cream and campfires,

Sheet cake and The Alamo.

From the dusty lands lost

To the dark thunder,

Used to keep me inside.

Under my bed was a small purple letter

Spilling hopeful thoughts of,

A long story of friendship

To drift beneath my dreams.

I am from those moments-

Glad before I leave home-

A small dandelion fallen from its perfect house.