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In Texas for fifteen years or so . .
I fell in love with the live oak trees
And southern culture
When you fall in love you don't look for perfection
you just fall,
without effort.
I fell in love with the way men
And the littlest boys
hold the door
I fell in love with how
Even when I drive badly
No one honks the horn
Live oaks and culture
More to uncover
I keep falling