Southern Comfort - Poem by John Shea
I reflect on the past and the present
An island girl so fine
An island girl so fine to pursue
With a tan of island hue.
She rocked my world to the point of passion
My life was in old mothers few recipes
Of taste and life
Happiness and strife
Mary Margaret is a southern tool
For this misplaced fool in the north
She is there for me when I need her
Sometimes we take for granted
And go forth
without Mary I am always acting the fool.
God bless Annie pooh and Mary Margaret
I continue to go forth
This man was fated
To know such a wonderful
Lonely is not knowing
An island beauty.
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