A Friday Carry Me Back To Old Virginia

These Virginia peanuts and
Cold hitting my stomach
Put the fire out
That accumulated throughout
This lackluster day.
The peanut dust and salt
Send me back to my days on the James
Cracking shells and skipping stones
On the river’s peaceful waters.
So on these days when nothing at all
Brings boredom’s belch brigade
To the point of esophageal reflux,
I’m thankful for the Conway Twitty on the radio,
A cold Chesapeake Bay rinse, and these most glorious peanuts .

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