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Beautiful Kentucky My beautiful Kentucky home let me see. With its towering hills and fertile valleys. Where honeysuckles grow wild and free. Fields of bluegrass far as the eye can see. The home of the majestic thoroughbred. That graze on the rich grass to be fed. Where the Mason and Dixon line meets. The red Cardinal lives in the locust tree. Home to my youth when I was a little boy. Sweet memories time will never destroy. Kentucky I've loved you my beautiful state. Such a beautiful site only God could create. If time won't allow me to see you again. I'll have sweet memories of you my friend. I want to go home to Kentucky once more. To see again the fertile land I will adore. BY: Kings
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