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ode to the flaws of The South

August 14, 2019
By Halcyonday PLATINUM, Johnson City, Tennessee
Halcyonday PLATINUM, Johnson City, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
"Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and cry at a funeral? It is because we are not the ones involved."
-Mark Twain, "Pudd'nHead Wilson"

They built a new hospital over yonder

And brung in this ol’ woman

Who was screaming fit to blow

The trumpets at rapture, just

Up and fixin’ to meet her maker

Bless her heart, bless her heart, bless her heart

Next they flew in a young man

Who went an’ blew a hole in his head

Messin’ with pappy’s forty-five

And wonderin’ why

We’re all made of molecules

Bless his heart, bless his heart, bless his heart

On the uppermost floor of this

New-fangled apothecary

There weren’t a dry eye in the house

Especially on the newborn, squallin’

For a different reason than the others

When the first labored breath

Stung like ivy

On ice water

And only he was ignorant

That this was the start of the end

Of the beautiful things

And the things that mattered too

Bless their hearts, bless their hearts, bless their hearts

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