This song sung by Dolly Parton (I don't think it was written by her, I have a version of Hank Thompson singing it as well) is one of the sickest ever penned.
Unlike "Strange Fruit"'s metaphors for sickening realism, "Little Blossom" takes a straight ahead approach with a gutwrenching ending -- I certainly hope "Little Blossom" is pure fiction. One can hope, anyway.
Don't be distracted by Dolly's wardrobe changes, the ending of this song, is as they say "a killer."
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