I am from

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I am from broken cups and dirty clothes on  bedroom floors.

I am from mud puddles and bicycles races down green hills.

I am from tall oak trees and pine needles filled with laughter.

I am from brothers and sisters fights that never ends as a disaster.

I am from a parents yell,”Act your age.” when I am under that spell.

I am from fried potatoes and sweet tea.

I am from silly games and faces.

I am from the keepsakes that lay in closets.

I am from these places.I am from these memories.

I am from the love that is shared from all these things.

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