Second poem, woo! If y'all have any requests, let me know!
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Back in that small, old town
it never went lower than 55 degrees.
We were all true-to-heart Texans there
and used to violent, stormy seas.
The sno-cone shop never closed
during the summer heat.
But now that I've gone and moved away,
the town is more like a dream.
