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House that Built Me

by william-jacksonpo

No Fence around this place just wide open space picked a lot on the edge of town my Uncle built it up from the ground just a place we can call home it was the vision that my father owned Every dollar that I ever made, I got from mowing at my neighbors place learned to drive a stick in the yard, 14 in my granddads car almost wrecked into our favorite tree, the one we planted just him and me When I stop and look around, I can almost here the sound Dads front porch philosophies, my name from momma calling me This is the place that I love the most, This is the place that I call home
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