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She GoneI cry her name We cry her name But only the mellow sounds of an echo return our cries Where has she gone oh Lord where has she gone Why did you leave me and the children I brung you a deer fresh as a daisy but who gonna cook Who gonna Wash our cloths Who gonna milk the cow Who gonna change the babies We be lost and forlorn without you here to do and do Oh where have you gone The dogs howl all night Whatever will we do We be lost souls without you We set and stare hopin you come home soon Come home soon Soon... Robert Hayden Pursell 08 October 2004 Vote for this poem
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