TheSouth
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It's six o'clock,
My alarm goes off.
Time to get up,
And walk the dogs.
The crisp, clean air
Is refreshing to breathe.
The dogs take off,
Free of their leash.
I chase them up the street,
The South; known for its women and sweet tea
Birthplace of my family and others
Some have their thoughts but the south is for me
