Flashback to highschool days.
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Summer comes, yeah, and loud as hope and takes your breath away
Winter takes what the summer had to say
Short poem in a play I wrote for my students.
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Yellow Hearts full of hate,
White petals stained in blood,
They won’t ever stop their ways,
Till you too are in the mud.
Christie Dupree, the youngest sister of all the Dupree ladies who make up Eisley. Impressive singing voices all around = one hell of a family gene pool.
Laying on the carpet
Itchy, warm and rescued
Here in the living room
Hidden in my fort
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Underneath my bed-sheet
Tied up to some chairs
Where the glow of day is changed
Filtered through the walls
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I measure up what’s outside
Plan on how to beat it
Easy as I move around
‘Cause things are easily lost
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~Jacob Albrecht
You’re planted in my chest
That all the trees I know and love
I always loved you best
~Jacob Albrecht
I always felt, out of every dedicated song, that this one fit us best. So I politely tip my hat and officially dedicate it to you.