James
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There's a spider on my window sillA Poem by James |
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Southern Summer NightsA Poem by James |
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Through Smoky GlassA Poem by James |
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Sliding RockA Poem by JamesWhen I was a kid we would go up to Ellijay Ga, and play in Holly Springs. It's the coldest water I've ever been in, but oh, so fun. |
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Birthday Suit (10w)A Poem by James |
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Flip Flippity FlopA Poem by James |
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Death of the Hanging TreeA Poem by JamesA work of pure fiction |
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A Blue Collar BoyA Poem by JamesNo matter how hard you try you can never hide who you are, or where you come from |
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The Bugler Sounds ReveilleA Poem by James |
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Common Sense Southern S**tA Poem by James |
