High Life or Good Times
Cold bottles clink
On the front porch we soapbox
While watching breezes
Step long leg steady
Coming and going. we continue
To slapbox syllables sipping
Just enough to lean a little sideways
Ain’t nothing wild here on this Sunday
Except ideas seasoned in someday
And we just want to keep breathing
On our own terms
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Love the line ideas seasoned in someday
All of that alliteration and a couple of Millers in the same place!
soapbox or slapbox?!?!
Both