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Elvis Quilt of Rags

On a cold and grey Mississippi morn a poor little baby boy was born in the ghetto His mama and daddy were just so poor no money to feed and clothe one more and his mama cried Afraid her babe would get cold in a storm she made a quilt of rags just to keep him warm and her baby smiled Her boy gave the world some rock n roll songs was drafted in the war to fight the Vietcong and his mama died He couldn't stay around though he really tried and everybody cried the day that Elvis died alone at Graceland His quilt of rags was found in an old oak chest a week after he died and was laid to rest and his daddy cried His daddy kept the quilt of his only firstborn till he met up with his family on a cold grey morn where the angels fly A million bucks will buy the quilt his mama made that Elvis used so long until the ends were frayed and the angels cry For Auction Contest

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Date: 3/25/2016 11:23:00 PM
"I'm All Shook Up" lol...great write Shaunda...I loved Elvis...god bless...^WW^
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Shaunda Lindsay
Date: 3/26/2016 6:46:00 AM
Thanks so much. I loved Elvis too.
Date: 3/25/2016 6:34:00 AM
Shaunda, if this story is true, then I'm amazed. Poor, but rich by a quilt made with love. The story above flows awesomely. Linda
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Shaunda Lindsay
Date: 3/25/2016 7:17:00 AM
lolol Not true. Did it for a contest..
Date: 3/22/2016 4:31:00 PM
Nice one, Shaunda, well done. Barry.
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Shaunda Lindsay
Date: 3/22/2016 5:41:00 PM
Well thank you so much Barry...

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