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[bodytext] => 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. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 44 [informant] => mick [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )
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