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I miss home.

I miss my home,

I scream for it at the top of my lungs,

But the wind merely blows the sound further East.

I don’t belong in this new place,

I don’t fit in.

I wish I could click my heels and be back in Kansas.

I miss my home.

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robert-nnamdi-parkinson
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Oct 18, 2009
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