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Date: Thursday, 4th July 2013 @ 02:03:29 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: mick
A place so close to the heart,
a place so secure
how could we ever split apart?
The place I am speaking of is my hometown,
and my opinions of it are very sound.
Not a whole lot can be said of my hometown,
but there are a few things to do.
There is riding a bike to see a friend,
thinking that the great times will never end.
There is opportunity like no other here,
and of all things this is true,
I love this little city,
threw and threw.
Yet it is not to last.
As no one is truly home
like a swallow you must migrate,
but always will the mind return,
to think of home with the change of season.
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