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Oct 2014
I miss the hills of delicate green
more beautiful than most eyes have seen
fresh and tender, sparkling clean
It was my home as a young teen.

And

ever since I've gone away
I've longed to hear the horses play
I lie awake at night and pray
to be back in Tennessee someday.
Sid
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