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Down South

All I want to do is,

Tell a story out loud,

Starting from the morning,

Where it all started down South.

The peonies blooming graciously,

With the hummingbird’s sound,

All I knew is it’s different,

Something your eyes gave out.

The truth went unspoken,

Amidst the waves roaring aloud,

How the day went by then,

When everything went down South.

 
 
 

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