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America.

Oregon.

Eugene.

***** hippies,

Homeless kids,

Handcrafted knickknacks

For sale at Saturday Market.

Rain

Rain

Rain

Rain some more.

These tourists cannot

Perceive how happy

The rain makes me,

When their droplets of

Life fall and surround me.

They do not have

That Oregonian Blood.

I have ducks in my heart,

And rain water

Courses through my veins.

I am a Country Fair girl.

I am a Eugene Girl.

I will be an Oregonian forever.

 

Portland may not be

As quaint,

As *****

As close knit.

But,

When it rains,

I get chills.

I kick off my shoes,

And I dance in the

Glorious lifeblood

of my home.

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maddy-tidrick
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Feb 25, 2013
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