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Jan 2015
Dreamt of driving down
that old back road in summertime
looked like a country song
I smell the warm air
I said, "This looks just like home."
Insisted, "This is just like home."
Even in my dreams
I know
                    *I need to come home.
little Bird
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little Bird  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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