Friday, August 24, 2007

Wet Dirt

I like the smell of wet dirt.
The grass isn't growin,
so nobody's mowin',
but the sprinklers are goin',
and I like the smell of wet dirt.

Now I may be a little weird,
but not worth shedding any tears.
But if you're gonna, would you please,
hang your head over the dry ground, you see...
I can't help it...I like the smell of wet dirt.

You never know what'll inspire you to write,
from what makes you happy to a restless night.
Sometimes it's something really odd,
or sometimes something wonderful like the awesomeness of God.
This time it's goofy, simply said, I just like the smell of wet dirt.

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