 Practically everyone was there at our John Prine Crush...fest,
Bikers, hikers, campers and pests (skeeters)
Big burly men with hearts of gold,
Old folks and young folks in singles and pairs,
Through rain soaks and long tokes we all came to share.
The frogs all joined in to the songs that we sang,
They needed some tunin', but who gave a dang?
Though no sausages on the grill were a sizzlin'
(on account of a whole awful lot of drizzlin'),
We had our bonfire, stories, and songs
Way into the morning we all sang along...
©1999 Wildflower aka Sue McMullen
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