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LIFE IN THE SLOW LANE
Magnolias scent the evening breeze, moonlight shimmers through moss laden trees, an old porch swing moves to and fro... life in the south moves real slow.
Summer days seem without end as sun kissed children play in the sand the smell of barbecue fills the air old couples hold hands in twin rocking chairs.
Southern nights are made for romance as under the stars two lovers dance, the joining of hearts as lips softly meet young love growing into something sweet.
There are places in the south where time stands still where no one seems in a rush each moment is savored, lived and enjoyed no need to hurry and push.
Even the accent of southern folk just goes to prove it's true and if I had my choice of where I'd live... I'd I want to be there spending it with you.
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