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the south
smell the honeysuckle that hangs heavy on the air.
lending the heat a fragrent scent
every thing is green sprays of purple
blue, and cold
Like a great grandmother
stands the great old live oak
The air intoxicating
lazy, heavy, sweet
hiding the danger that lurks
behind the heat
For in an instant
the fragrant dry
southern air
can spark a wildfire
lending the heat a fragrent scent
every thing is green sprays of purple
blue, and cold
Like a great grandmother
stands the great old live oak
The air intoxicating
lazy, heavy, sweet
hiding the danger that lurks
behind the heat
For in an instant
the fragrant dry
southern air
can spark a wildfire
Published 4th May 2014
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25th Jun 2014 8:23am
You did a great job here. I really liked the words that you used, simple yet the whole simplicity of it makes it more interesting. Great.
25th Jun 2014 7:58pm
