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  1. This verse had me in tears:"Oh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could runI took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sunBut I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be freeI've been to paradise but I've never been to me."This may be the worst poetry in the history of poetry. Thank God Almighty this woman didn't have children. This is one genetic strain that needs to die out, and soon.

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