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Dusty delta memories
Writer damon black

It was seven in the morning and already it was eighty-five degrees mama said she bet that it would reach a hundred cause there wasn't any breeze papa had a cotton sack headed for a field we did not own little brother was crying cause papa said we had to come along old shep came off the front porch his bristles raised and ready for a fight mama told some bill collector better stay outside the gate that dog'll bite i remember us all laughing as he drove away old shep just layed back down it was a dusty july morning in a mississippi delta cotton town dusty delta memories cotton fields blowing on my mind dusty delta memories them bring on teardrops take me back home kind now i pick those days like roses everytime a july morning comes along and my memeory takes a shortcut right back down that gravel road i walked upon when i'm falling short of happiness i always turn the tables of my mind to the corner of a cotton field and a weather beaten shack of rough cut pine

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