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Maria came down to Florida the other weekend and asked me how the palm trees were doin'.
I said fine.
She gave me a kiss on the cheek, then told me that they don't have no palm trees in Minnesota. All they's got is grass. And roads. And cars. And peoples. And baseball diamonds.
I told her that was okay, because some places don't have peoples or baseball diamonds. Or cars and roads and grass.
She said it didn't matter cause all she wanted was a new face, and some different air, and a different road to count the lines on.
"All I ever wanted was a change in environment. Movin' on to greener and brighter pastures where the sun shines and the minds are open. Where the Bushes are dead and even the queerest of people can get married. Where dictators aren't in holes and nuclear bombs aren't on the back porch and the gas station ain't a metaphor for the fools we're really taken for."
I said fine.
She gave me a kiss on the cheek, then told me that they don't have no palm trees in Minnesota. All they's got is grass. And roads. And cars. And peoples. And baseball diamonds.
I told her that was okay, because some places don't have peoples or baseball diamonds. Or cars and roads and grass.
She said it didn't matter cause all she wanted was a new face, and some different air, and a different road to count the lines on.
"All I ever wanted was a change in environment. Movin' on to greener and brighter pastures where the sun shines and the minds are open. Where the Bushes are dead and even the queerest of people can get married. Where dictators aren't in holes and nuclear bombs aren't on the back porch and the gas station ain't a metaphor for the fools we're really taken for."