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Southern Comfort


Linda Dousay

I stood between two pillars

And I watched a young man cry,

“You are the only hope I have—

I love you now,” he lied.


His agony, his torture

Tore my heart in two—

He reached for help—he reasoned well—

He lied again—I’m through. 

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