I'm From...
I’m from big, open windows, banana nut muffins, bunk beds.
I’m from “Shannon! Wake up now!”, tulips and fresh cut grass.
I’m from frozen lemonade, Hey Arnold, a slow moving creek, country music, endless woods and fields. I’m from Alexander Ovechkin being a god, a half mile long driveway and apple-crisp. I’m from Boy Meets World, an over-flowing book shelf, tide laundry detergent.
I’m from an art easel, a rusty swing set and warm vanilla sugar candles.
I’m from a big, sloping front yard, collapsing stone walls and a big log cabin filled with happiness.
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