Over the years, the many many years, I’ve gone from place to place but always come back to the oak trees and dawns of where I began. I could be happy someplace else but it just ended up being here.



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  5. Nothing there for me to go back to…, gravestones, buildings, and memories. The good ones I have in my heart…, the bad ones can stay with the buildings and gravestones.


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