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I am from


I am from fresh green grass

Warm summers 

Snow covered hills 

Cold snowy winters

 

The big backyards with pools, playgrounds and trampoline

Kids always in the backyard

Running around without a care in the world

 

Parents yelling for us all to go in for dinner

Everyone inside at the sametime 

 
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