Where I’m from
I am from pumpkin pie and cheesecake on thanksgiving day
I am from hopscotch drawn with colorful chalk
and from watching redbox movies on a Saturday night
I am from bacon frying on the stove
from my feet don’t touch the ground by Stoney larue
I am from my mommas belly
I am from chilli on cold winter nights
and from playing hide and seek on many acres of land
I am from the kitchen aide making cookies
from the Hannah Montana days and the Jonas brothers band
In my closet
There are boxes full of yearbooks
With old school years
Which I was in
As time rolls by I still know where I am from
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