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I am from the counter
from spoons and knifes
i am from the wood
smooth but old
i am from the oak tree
the massive oaks
whose long gone limbs i remember
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Logan posted
Where I`m from Poem
1.I am from a home,
which is built on stones2.I am from the lord,
yet surrounded by horror3.I am from a noble family,
but feels nothing but calamity4.I am from steel and bone,
wondering if I`ll make it home5. I am from distress,
never knowing rest6.I am from benevolence,
and surrounded by malevolence7.I am from our…Read More
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WHERE I’M FROM
I am from mamaws home cookin’, from John Deer and Honda
I am from the garden down the hill
I am from the apple tree in the front yard
I am from huntin’ and fishin’, from mom and dad and the nease’s
I am from the backwoods play ground that children now know better than I do, from a small quiet holler to the next one over
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Very well said Mr. Creech