Shug My Mother The cotton fields of Arkansas were too small to hold her dreams, Too bleak to hold her hopes Her soul heard music, poetry, drama Her mystic intuition Told her of stars waiting to be touched But ...
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Shug My Mother The cotton fields of Arkansas were too small to hold her dreams, Too bleak to hold her hopes Her soul heard music, poetry, drama Her mystic intuition Told her of stars waiting to be touched But ...
