Edna
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I was born and raised in the South.
Of which~~I do not apologize.
The smell of jasmine and, �Howdy neighbor�
and the sweet Southern skies.
I remember stringing tobacco
on hot summer days.
I remember shucking corn
and helping bale hay.
I�ve heard crickets chirping
caught fireflies in a jar.
This makes memories
of who we are.
So bury me in the South~~
Wildflowers will decorate my grave.
The South is our Father�s land.
This is what He gave.
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(Charleston, S. C.)
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