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It started raining just as |
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I dropped her off at her car |
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The sun was on the cusp of rising and it was still cool from the late winter |
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But the days were now warming in the spring time |
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She walked half way to the car then turned around looked at me and smiled |
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Then ran back to my window as |
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I rolled it down |
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For her to stick her head in and kiss me one more time |
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Then ran back in the rain to her car ,get in,and drive off |
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I sat there for a time and the rain started to drizzle into my opened window |
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Sitting at the parking lot in the southern touch ,thinking |
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As far as |
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I'm concerned it was the last time |
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I ever saw her |
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On the drive out to the funeral to bury my gran'daddy at the candle snow |
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Growing up in |
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North Alabama is seldom snow |
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Sometimes a couple of year would go by |
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Sometimes it might snow twice in a season |
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But it was still a novelty |
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The sky was as gray as an open chord and as plain as the fog in black and white |
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My gran'daddy always liked snow and somehow |
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I did too |
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The drive was out the old savannah highway which was still two lane then |
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We wind around dead man's curve |
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Where that lady from the sundine bread wrapper was killed in the head on |
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Back when |
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I was little |
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Out past our family's farm to the little methodist church |
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Where once upon a time my grandmother had gone to sunday school |
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The same humble structure that witnessed their marriage for 42 years |
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And just a few years ago |
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I'd gone to |
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Youth group |
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And met that this new foundation camp outs,hail rides and lock ins |
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Maybe I thought about that sad snowy morning in burying my gran'daddy |
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Thus few years later, as |
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I drove home in the rain |
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Home to my fiancee's bed just a few weeks sky of getting married |
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With the taste of an old high school sweet heart lingering on my lips and fingers |
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And the rain started pouring down |
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Out of the sky like a wonderful wrath from |
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God The God who might smite me even if |
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I turned from his grasp,shine and embrace |
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I was plooting an escape that |
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I was still a few years away from having the guts to pull off |
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Years later that realization became a personal hell that followed my around for a while |
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And then did to many more |
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You can only carry hell around so long before it gets to be a drag |
