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Meet me down at Ruscom River
I will pack a picnic dinner
We can talk about the past
And all the things we thought would last
Watch the windmills as they play
On this sunny, breezy day
I could stare at you all day
In that old familiar way
Meet me down at Ruscom River
I swear to god I ain’t no sinner
I think about it every day
Just a girl who lost her way
You can strum on your guitar
I hear you singing from afar
You may be the brightest star
To ever leave my insect jar
tuckered out from all the car rides, and all the conversations we have…my sweet girl.
xo
mst