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I miss snow, and fire flys in the yards in the summer . I miss grass you can run barefoot in, and dirt that's black as night. I miss train tracks that trains REALLY run on, and the taste of the great lakes water.
I miss spaghetti on Sunday, and days spent at the family green house.
I miss robins. I miss red squirrels. I miss ivy. I miss old brick houses.
I miss my family.
I always said I was going to grow up and move to Illinois... DO I still think that?
Is that still where my heart calls home?
I miss spaghetti on Sunday, and days spent at the family green house.
I miss robins. I miss red squirrels. I miss ivy. I miss old brick houses.
I miss my family.
I always said I was going to grow up and move to Illinois... DO I still think that?
Is that still where my heart calls home?