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Southern Journey


My ears hath heard the sweet music Of a New Orleans jug band, 
Whose sound can only compete with that of a sonorous slave spiritual
I hear one now 

I hear people now 
I hear people marching because they've had enough ,
Because Emmet Till was enough ,
Because love and faith is enough ,
Because the fact that they are human beings with hearts, souls and brains is enough 
Walking straight through the Seven Hells of the place known as Selma ,
Soldiers entering battle with righteousness as their only weapon(59 words SF) 
They stop marching, but I walk onward

My eyes hath seen mountains that penetrate heaven, brushing up against planets 
They're filled with miners
And farmers, 
Poor Irish Protestants who don't want nothing from no one nohow (28 words SF) 
I dance with them, 
Play the fiddle in Nashville 
Rocky Top doesn't exist, but you want to live there don't you? (50 words SF) 
I hitched a ride on a titanic black horse ,
Until it galloped me to Kentucky 
And I took creative writing lessons from Robert Penn Warren 

Jumped like a jack rabbit,
I Caught the train back to Birmingham, 
I was made aware that Yelawolf was a fellow wayfarer, (23 words SF) 
 He was headed home to Gadsden, 
 Trying to see our God Vulcan on the way there, 
Rapped on the way, 
With Pimp C and UGK, 
But decided I'd head home on another day, 
Cause one day you're here, 
Next day you're gone 
One day you're off and one day you're on 

Hitch hiked to pretty Charleston, 
And before I camped on an island, 
I took the rebel flag and used it as fuel, 
So I could have a barbecue 

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Description of Her

Her hair is a mountainous cascade of glistening snow 
Her laugh echoes through every continent, soothing every beast 
Her legs are two magnificent Eiffel  towers 
Her teeth are as white as paper
Her teeth are as straight as a soldier saluting 
Her disposition’s the sweetest molasses 
Her voice is a lively personality 
Her face was surely sculpted by angels in heaven 
She has the height of the tallest forest
 Her lips are pink treasures , coveted by royalty
Her boots are declarations of war against ants 
Her shirt is cut out of the sky 
Her disposition’s like a cathedral full of butterflies 
Her feet can walk on water 
Her hands are as active as hummingbirds

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Axon Burgess

My name is Axon Burgess
I am broken and thin
I went to fight for glory and right
but only drank more gin 

Before he died
my friend would confide 
about his sister's beauty
if her eyes did look at me 
her eyes would look right through me 

What are you doing in this town?
Who are you looking for,sir?
The girl who's face launched many a ship
I am looking for her 

What are you doing in this town?
Who are you looking for,sir?
The girl who is a cathedral of butterflies
I am looking for her 

What are you doing in this town? 
Who are you looking for,sir?
The girl who walks as gentle as a fawn 
I am looking for her

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