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Tuesday, February 3, 2015
There’s Some Place Like Home
The sticky, hot sun rained down as the
The gallant horses ran like scared mice.
The barn reeked of pancakes,
the house was scented with oats.
The young grew older as
the kittens approached each night milking
the laughter out of the children.
The old grew younger
As the childless became with child.
While the destructive fire ants created a new home
Full of aunts, uncles, and sisters.
They were free from decisions,
They were bound by terrain.
Life was different here as they galloped on
horseback and spoke with a twang.
In many ways it stayed the same.
It felt like home yet it was
thousands of miles away.
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