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I heard the hurricane  Felt the air pressure change Terrified for my crouching child Holding her as tight as I could Blocking her from danger As my master cracks his whip
I heard the hurricane  Felt the air pressure change Terrified for my crouching child Holding her as tight as I could Blocking her from danger As my master cracks his whip
Homemade Vanilla. The Great Divide. I can't choose--either side! Butter Pecan.  Cookies 'n Cream. I'd love some more! Yes, please! Dutch Chocolate.  Moo-llenium Crunch. It's my icecream! Don't you dare touch!
I apologize that my tongue does not  flap the way yours does   I’m sorry my vernacular does not meet your standards   My southern twang drips sparingly from
"She dirty" "She low."
I am the cul-de-sac and the grass on the other side,
I don't own a lot of things all i have are these set of strings i played my way through the southern streams
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