‘You are being such a goober right now’
She says, face scrunched up and in a tight scowl.
Then, a break into smiling. She loves it:
The fool act, clown antics – your bread, butter.
‘Et cetera, et cetera,’ she says.
An inside joke, a laugh in the head. Some crowd.
The bits make things better. Y’all all know this.
Country meets city makes for odd chemistry.
But I suppose that’s dating in this here century.
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