Clotilde

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Across the state line Pace of life slows to a crawl Fair-haired sons Never break a sweat at all On a wide porch In rocking chairs Feeling the warm breeze Out of sight out of mind So no one sees The white man sailed in Set up shop Sold em with chains Round their necks Down by the docks From ancient oaks Down old shell roads The moss hangs so low Weeping for sins no one speaks But everybody knows Were it not for the twilight song Of the mockingbird Singing out that the caged ones might be heard The carnival masks Of psychological hypochondriacs Salt in the wounds From whips across their backs
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