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06.10.08 / 11:25 am
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i remember kansas,
where i ate wild blackberries picked from trees in the alleyway
and everything smelled like honeysuckle in the summer months.
kansas, where i learned to swim,
where everyone seemed to speak a different tongue,
one that i cannot forget,
a perfect drawling nostalgia for another time.it's a shame, but i never saw a tornado,
except on the television news.
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