Tuscaloosa Poems - Poems about Tuscaloosa

...[Verse 1] He wore the tie like a hand-me-down, Swore he'd make it big in some glass-wall town. But his mind kept drifting to that red clay bend, Where the river runs slow and the line don’t end. ......

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...Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat Even as an old curmudgeon, aye pucker and raspily suction, albeit toothless mouth drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting (think feeble attempt ......

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...antidepressants slow the evisceration dulling guilt's knife edge Jim was from Tuscaloosa His remains flew home last year professors applaud sneering ripped knee pants coe......

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