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Feb 16
Back in the day of music.
All types were played.
Didn't matter the color of the artist until later.
But I wanna know--who is country?

No one pigmentation signify it.
No one control the scenery.
None in these big cities loves the truth.
That there is a great chance if you trace your heritage.

Then, we all know who is country?
From Chicago to Michigan.
From the west coast to the east coast.

Many of us know, who is country?
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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