Sunday nights Poem by Zorium Poet 

Sunday nights in Alabama
Smell like a slice of heaven
Fresh barbeque in the air right off the grill
Newly mowed lawns and nicely trimmed trees
The softest breeze blowing against your face
The children playing with laughter like a truck
Cars zooming by with dogs at their tails
The moon a size no smaller than a quarter
Some may say Alabama has a place in my heart
But really I like it, because it’s a masterpiece of art

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