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Long ago day on a country porch… cuz It was too dern hot in the kitchen… Three generations of women Surrounded by trees and fields of greens Snappin a whole heap’a beans… Swattin at flyin buzzin things… Laughin big laughs… and Tellin small lies… Wavin one hand as the car goin by Stirs red dirt into the sultry air Comin from “down yonder”…and Headin “up ‘ere”… Touchin giggle tears With apron hems Forward thirty years… and I still see them… although I’m the only one left…   All the bean snappin porch ladies Have gone the way Of the natural progression of things… but I can still hear that old screen door slam I can still hear the old ladies sing…and I now sing alone, The hymn they usta bring “… it’s anotha day’s journey, and I'm so glad, so glad about it… feels so good to be here”
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
The Only One Left
Long ago day on a country porch… cuz It was too dern hot in the kitchen… Three generations of women Surrounded by trees and fields of greens Snappin a whole heap’a beans… Swattin at flyin buzzin things… Laughin big laughs… and Tellin small lies… Wavin one hand as the car goin by Stirs red dirt into the sultry air Comin from “down yonder”…and Headin “up ‘ere”… Touchin giggle tears With apron hems Forward thirty years… and I still see them… although I’m the only one left…   All the bean snappin porch ladies Have gone the way Of the natural progression of things… but I can still hear that old screen door slam I can still hear the old ladies sing…and I now sing alone, The hymn they usta bring “… it’s anotha day’s journey, and I'm so glad, so glad about it… feels so good to be here”
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F/American
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
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