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It's in the crisp morning air, The sparkling maples Coated in snow. It's in the old weathered mountains, The verdant forests Speckled with roofs. It's in the small cozy towns, The rolling farms Cows and all. It's in the natural relaxed manner, the antique feel In modern day. It's in the deep emerald Vermont, The beautiful state I call home.
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Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 8:33 PM UTC
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It's in the crisp morning air, The sparkling maples Coated in snow. It's in the old weathered mountains, The verdant forests Speckled with roofs. It's in the small cozy towns, The rolling farms Cows and all. It's in the natural relaxed manner, the antique feel In modern day. It's in the deep emerald Vermont, The beautiful state I call home.
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Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 8:33 PM UTC
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