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The House I Grew Up In
Contributed by
the_story_of_the_year
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Saturday, 26th November 2005 @ 12:05:25 AM in AEST
Topic:
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I almost cried when I saw the house I grew up in
I already have before
I see two cars
I've never seen before
And now I ride pass the sunset
but my saddle is lonely
I'm seeking an honest bliss
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Re: The House I Grew Up In
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by english-pea-pelter on
Saturday, 26th November 2005 @ 08:17:44 PM AEST
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| Lacks details. But short, sweet, and to the point. I like it. |
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Re: The House I Grew Up In
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 23rd November 2006 @ 08:08:40 AM AEST
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| Short sweet and to the poem. this is a good poem. |
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