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Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #2163987
an old song reminded me...
I heard an old country song,
Often played from my youth
Called “Green Green Grass of Home,”
And it made me stroll alone
But with the remembered warmth of your hand
Down my own private memory lane.
It is true, I still long to touch
The green green grass of home,
Because rose colored glasses
Make the past beautiful again.
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