Go forget me - why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go forget me - and tomorrow brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile - though I shall not be near thee Sing - though I shall never hear thee.
My mom's collard greens. No one else in the world can make them like hers. I'm not just saying that because she's my mom. She's got some Mississippi secret. I could seriously eat them every day.
