William H. Bass
The South - Poem by William H. Bass
From the trout streams in the hills.To the boardwalks on the beach.
We all have goals to reach.
We belive in helping our neighbors & holding a door.
Thing is, you dont see that much anymore.
Everyone is in a hurry & such a rush!
Have we forgotton our manners, that once was a must?
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