A Blog of Poetry ,Short Stories and Everything Scottish.
Way down South in Dixie
(Break the heart of me)
They hung my black young lover
To a cross roads tree.
Way down South in Dixie
(Bruised body high in air)
I asked the white Lord Jesus
What was the use of prayer.
Way down South in Dixie
(Break the heart of me)
Love is a naked shadow
On a gnarled and naked tree.
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William Sinclair Manson
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So sad and so beautiful…
Thank you lovely x