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Dec 2019
Pennsylvania winter feels like Adirondack fall
But of all the sights and heart warmed nights
I miss you most of all

Pennsylvania mountains are just Adirondack hills
But amidst the trees and age laced leaves
My heart The Spirit stills

Pennsylvania's cloaked in green; and in the forests romp the deer
Amongst cast iron talks and wooded walks
I wish that you were here
Written by
Tear of the Clouds
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       Theseus, Bogdan Dragos and JAM
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