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Come on in, where sittin a spell Means missin when the sun done fell. Swappin tales 'bout nothin real 'Cept faith and family and how ya feel. Where bless your heart tempers gossip And talkin's more like syrup soppin. If southernism's what you're missin Sit down a spell and read some fiction! XOXO - Christy Kyser Truitt
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