The Ole Possum Poem by Lamar Cole
The Ole Possum
I remember how I almost cried.
The day that George Jones died.
A piece of traditional country music has passed away.
Whose voice is missed in every way.
The man who sang he stopped loving her today.
She thinks I still care.
I don't need your rocking chair.
George now again sings sweet duets with Tammy.
Floating among the clouds.
At night look at the shining moon.
And still hear the Ole Possum croon.
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