My Southern Expressions: The giraffe
My tour group had been making good time. We must have walked three or four miles when we approached the giraffes. There was one giraffe in particular who began to stare intently into my eyes. When I would move to the right his eyes would follow, same to the left. I must admit I was somewhat relieved when the group began to walk off to the next attraction. When I had progressed about six steps I heard a voice in my head saying, “she would lo...
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Joe Lee
Fuquay Varina Independent
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