The seven seas

Within my globes flows, The seven seas of old, I thank the stars above, The one I love made it home to Georgia, I often longed to have someone, Silly thought my port was her heart, Tells me allergic to cat, Fours to many, Not been a year my family was just one big black

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Places to cry

Not late at night at Wal-Mart Not in church Not at a picnic, Not in a tent Not in a sleeping bag Not on a trip to Macon Geogia Not on the road In Sonet In my den On my WordPress Heart in hand One minute your telling the one you love All I have