Make Me CountryA Poem by Olive Belikovsittin in the cab of that big red truck
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Let down my hair, take off my shoes run with you to the trout stream shore past the big green tractors and the tall oak trees We'll lay in the hay and listen to that country music I'll always remeber you, my country boy who made me country
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baby, oh baby, kiss me here kiss me here and i'll never leave i'm your country girl with my feet bare we'll live forever in that big red truck baby im your country girl.
© 2012 Olive BelikovAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on April 28, 2012 Last Updated on April 28, 2012 AuthorOlive BelikovMTAboutI am a daughter, a sister, a grand-daughter, a niece, a cousin, a friend. I am a partner, a student, a young girl, and a grown woman. I am confident and scared, terrified and excited. I am loving and .. more..Writing
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