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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.


words for the day

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