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Contributed by
mick
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Thursday, 4th July 2013 @ 02:03:29 AM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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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.
Copyright ©
mick
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2013-07-04 02:03:29]
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Re: Home
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by shelby on
Saturday, 6th July 2013 @ 12:29:18 AM AEST
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Lovely poem Mick.
Its strange how at one time we all want to leave where we were only to really miss it and want to return from where we came.......Iv been homesick alot lately.Good write
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Re: Home
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by Sasha on
Saturday, 6th July 2013 @ 11:16:26 AM AEST
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| Well written, beautifully expressed! |
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