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Thinking of my sister far away. |
| North Carolina Tell me something about North Carolina That I don’t know. Take your time, I will pour the coffee And think of the Tarheel State As I let my mind wander Into the southland Where I am sure it is warmer Than this frost-laden wasteland. I tip my mug Towards Asheville And Henderson And miss frosty mornings Spent coffee drinking With my big sister Before she moved south. Coffee makes me miss her. |