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April 05, 2013

Southern Fried Rapture.

In the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel,
Underneath a street lamp I met a Southern Belle.
She took me to the river where she cast her spell
And in that Southern moonlight she sang the song so well.

Posted by JD Hull at April 5, 2013 12:00 AM


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