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Contributed by
Jeff_Scott_Morehead
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Wednesday, 15th June 2005 @ 08:54:04 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I met you at the garden
To say my goodbyes
I kissed your forehead
And set out a sigh
It’s difficult to leave
This place I call home
It’s always been special
No matter where I’ve roamed
Nothing really changes
Except the clothes on the lines
You grow up like your Daddy
To work in the mines
You are an exception to escape
The curse of a small town
That’s why generation after generation
Families are still around
Bud, at the local store
Said I’m one of the lucky few
But each time I leave
I wonder if it’s true
For there is a warmth here
That isn’t easily found
That’s why my heart will always be part
Of this small town
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Re: Home
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by MorningGlory on
Wednesday, 15th June 2005 @ 09:39:23 AM AEST
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I understand where you are coming from...
I live in a small town and everything I have ever known is here, even though I have been to many other places.
But I know if I ever need to go back It will always have open arms. |
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Re: Home
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by Archie on
Tuesday, 20th September 2005 @ 01:53:02 PM AEST
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I left the small town life many years ago to set out for a different fiture. There is a lot of life history in your poetry.
I thought i would check out something older by you. |
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