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Nov 2015
Homemade wine, cherry pie, the earth below my feet, my wife with me to meet .
A bottled glass to sleep, in her arm's I'll keep.
Round and round we go
Dancing throughout the night's air.
Sensual satisfaction, to touch the moon we dare
Tommy Jackson
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Tommy Jackson  Mississippi
(Mississippi)   
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