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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the southern land of cotton, corn, hay, and beans, where it seems that through clouds and rain, the sun also beams; There's always a place to steal away and feel the rays of blues. Of course, it doesn't take much stealing away. It's just that some like to mix it up a bit with solar rays laced with energy tones. Hot, humid, and rainy, are a great recipe for common southern pain. You will see and understand it plainly in the evening news. There are blue skies and white clouds, but the atmosphere is also kind of blue. I've known it to be that way since the day I was born. And although much has changed in the last 50-plus years, much is also the same. Many attitudes have changed, but no one can tell much about what's going on in their hearts, because the atmosphere all around embraces one and makes them feel kind of blue. I must confess that the blue I felt 60 years ago must be in competition with the none blue that I picked up out west or up north, and although it's still kind of blue, it doesn't pain me nearly as much as it did when I was just a kid. Moreover, I hasten to say that there is more to southern land than feeling kind of blue, and I experienced it personally twice within a few short months of my return. It's duly called Southern Hospitality, and there is no doubt that it is indeed the real McCoy. I was new in town and in search of the DMV. I was growing impatient until I came to realize to my surprise that there were two DMV offices-one for driver's licenses and one for auto registration. Finding myself at the wrong office, I requested directions to the one I needed. The young man refused to give me directions. He simply said, "Follow me". It happened again as I was in search of a certain grocery store. She too refused to give me directions but simply said, "Follow me".
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