Summer in the Smokies

It’s summer in the Smokies,
She lives just up this hill;
And if he goes there now, then she
Will break his heart and will.
For she has done it many times,
And she can do it still

It’s summer in the Smokies,
He should just drive on by.
But he knows that this road & her
They both can get him high;
He’s bound to make his old mistake,
But could not tell you why

And so the smoky summer eve
Is falling in the glen.
He’s headed up the hill, to find
The doom of many men;
To know his weakness – know it well –
But still do it

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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