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In the Deep South There is always a woman In an apron calling out to her kids Warning them to hurry in Or the corn bread might get cold The kids couldn’t care either way And at their age Food doesn’t taste as good as The marshes feel around their ankles They’re just young enough to be nourished Off of adventure alone With sticks in hand Grazing the tops of half-way grown Up to their heads wheat In the Deep South the outside Is still the Wild West Where you can walk a few blocks From your front yard To deserted boulevards You can’t but a greeting card From. And among all the untamed Nature and desolate fields and lakes There is so much space For kids to create In the Deep South Kids see broken down Chevys As breeched kingdoms Open fields as battle grounds Littered with rocks that look like grenades Every vacant marsh a ****** planet Where you use overall clasps As radios to your fellow astronauts. Why would anyone be in a rush To come home To something so real As Mama’s cornbread.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
Deep South Imagination.
In the Deep South There is always a woman In an apron calling out to her kids Warning them to hurry in Or the corn bread might get cold The kids couldn’t care either way And at their age Food doesn’t taste as good as The marshes feel around their ankles They’re just young enough to be nourished Off of adventure alone With sticks in hand Grazing the tops of half-way grown Up to their heads wheat In the Deep South the outside Is still the Wild West Where you can walk a few blocks From your front yard To deserted boulevards You can’t but a greeting card From. And among all the untamed Nature and desolate fields and lakes There is so much space For kids to create In the Deep South Kids see broken down Chevys As breeched kingdoms Open fields as battle grounds Littered with rocks that look like grenades Every vacant marsh a ****** planet Where you use overall clasps As radios to your fellow astronauts. Why would anyone be in a rush To come home To something so real As Mama’s cornbread.
hayley-neininger
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
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