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Oct 2013
I may have been born and raised in the city
Where there's no kindness, no hope, no pity
But I will always be a redneck inside
I'll always belong to the beautiful country side

In the city, you can never see the stars
Their covered from the lights and the speeding cars
Instead of breathing that fresh country air
You breath the pollution, the smells of the city fair

You can make fun of all of them country folk
While your sit out there, taking a smoke
But nothing will tear the love for my farm apart
I will always be a country girl at heart
RaNdOmPoEtRy
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RaNdOmPoEtRy  U.S.A
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