The Old South
A day in Savannah. I get in my car, and see what passes me by… I park and walk along the street to a cafe I think of as another home I stop to read, to watch, to listen I walk again and feel the sun… and smell the baker’s freshly made desserts. I see what catches my eye… and taste something warm. The day is almost through and I am tired. I drive…...
We’re after that same rainbow’s end, waitin’ ’round the bend. My huckleberry...– Johnny Mercer
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