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Thu, 24.09.2009

THE HURT OF IT ALL by Sarah Webster Fabio.

Ain’t nobody heard me singing sweet songs lately; my sweet notes soured sometime ago- raped robbed, abandoned left rotting in some Southern swill which stayed too long in the heart-of-America still, turning bad.

Ain’t nobody heard me singing sweet songs lately. Where have life’s sweet things gone? Flowers, friends, love and tokens of love, security, beauty, hope?

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I Life goes by moving, Up and down a chain of moods Wanting what’s nothing. II My soul is the wind Dashing down fields of Autumn: O, too swift... ENCHANTMENT by Lewis Grandison Alexander
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