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I remember well The creaking of One hundred year old Pine planked floor And the ticking Of the 100 year old clock In my family's old home Before the highwaymen Took it with the widening Of Highway 91 But Mom got her new house Set back just a little She loves it and new amenities At least they didn't steal the barn Or clock But I miss the creaking and the ticking Of my childhood home On Highway 91 Across from Stoney Creek My real home
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Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
The Creaking and the Ticking
I remember well The creaking of One hundred year old Pine planked floor And the ticking Of the 100 year old clock In my family's old home Before the highwaymen Took it with the widening Of Highway 91 But Mom got her new house Set back just a little She loves it and new amenities At least they didn't steal the barn Or clock But I miss the creaking and the ticking Of my childhood home On Highway 91 Across from Stoney Creek My real home
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Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
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