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White snow But then, what other color is it? No, white fluffy lamb's wool Soft Oh Cotton White cotton They say it is the color of beauty Which means our brown fingers Picking it
You stand proud Overlooking an emerald hill Sloping down on a turquoise river In this front your windows shine Showing a beauty Your classical pillars Give an illusion of A fine education
Part I   The very inspiration began on a seventh day Of the eight month of the year 2013 AD A class by a master on translations Triggering him to reveal a historic place Unknown much, a place so great
I apologize that my tongue does not  flap the way yours does   I’m sorry my vernacular does not meet your standards   My southern twang drips sparingly from
There was a fundamental disconnectas he thrust out his hand to shakemine and missed three feet wide.One eye looked off left and the otherseemed to stare right through me.
A place where people love to fsrm,  and guys love to work their southern charm. country hicks like to go outdoors,  And do their gardening chores. Boys and girls go fishin' with rods and reels,
Cut offs instead of skirts, t-shirt instead of sweaters, earbuds instead of earrings, is what makes my life a lot better.   Didn't fake a smile as a kid,
You and I are made of stars,
I am the cul-de-sac and the grass on the other side,
When I was younger, I didn't like to tell people
He smells like moonshine mixed with dried sweat like smoky pines and a dead creek bed He makes me cry as much as laugh and he hurts me in the heart in my place for him He looks like coal rubbed through his hair
To my dear sweet poetryI thank you for the joy you’ve given meIts like a rejuvenation and a new found energy  To my dear sweet poetryYou’ve saved me from a path of destructionMy heart from darkness, and my life from corruption To my dear sweet poe
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
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