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Alexis Bowen Poem
You were taken much to young, you were only 37. You had so much to live for, but
god must have needed an extra angel to help pour out the rain. You never gave
up....even when they gave you only 6 months...you lasted 3 years. I always
remember you smiling face and your dimples. You may have only been here for a
short while but you left a lasting impression on every heart you touched...You may
be gone but you are still very much alive in my heart. I love you Uncle Billy!
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Sompe people may say they have the best pet, but i don't think so for i have
known a southern angel names Pam. She was a 28 year old quarter-horse
valued at about 500 thousand but to me and my family, she was priceless. She
was auburn with a white star on her head and white stockings. She was a terrefic
horse and friend, not just a family pet. But almost 3 years ago, God decied that
he wanted a prize-winning quarter-horse of his own. He took the best one that i
could think of, for there was no better than her. My uncle who also passed away
about 10 years ago decided that he had one last rodeo left in him and wanted his
favorite gal, Pam. There is no doubt in my mind that she is now a southern
angel, through and through but most of all forever!
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Were one of a kind, It's true!
We go around saying hey ya'll all day.
If you don't like it, we could care less anyway.
We don't call our mom's mother or mommy, We call them mama!
We would rather our small hicktown parties in a big red barn instead of partying
in a martini fufu bar.
Our richest live in double wide trailors not some over priced penthouse in
manhattan.
It's just a southern breed through and through. It's the best there ever will be!
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I was born in the South, in a small hicktown.
I had to pick eggs out of the chicken coup, muck stalls and feed goats.
I was Southern born and breed.
Half the bus got off at my stop,
We have roads like Mount Gallon and Trotters Lane as common names!
You may turn your nose up to the way I was born & breed.
But as for me, I couldn't imagine not waking up to a roasters crow every morning.
This is the only life i know and love and of the one I'm proud of.
No, it's true I've never had cavier or flown in a private plane.
So if your gonna turn your nose up at me, just keep on walking.
You wouldn't understand, it's how i was raised, Southern born and breed.
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You will usually find these women in church on sunday and frying chicken after
service with good ol southern sweet tea. My granny was the best there was just
not in the south, but the whole world as far as i'm concerned. She showed me
many things from dunkin my oreo's in coffee with equal to wearin coral lipstick. I
had the time of my life with her whether we were cuttin grass in th trailor park
which she owned or fallin in overrun sewer. We would always go to shoneys for
breakfast on sunday. I was her favorite, i guess all southern grannys have their
favorte grandchildren. Southern grannys, you can't bet them, they are the best
women in the world, they truly are!
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We many wear our denim cutoffs a little bit to short but that's the way we like it.
Sometimes we may let our dark brown roots come in on our bleach blonde do,
but our men like it that way. Sometimes we may drink too much on saturday
night, but were always in sunday school the next morning. We just take a cold
shower, drink a strong cup of joe, pop a few asprin and head off to sunday
service. We go four wheelin in our camo and get all muddy, but we like it that way.
Southern Gals, Can't hole a candle to em!
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