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In the distance the old farmhouse screen door announces
The entry of another child into
The golden sun richly dripping off the frail branches of
The Lombardi Poplar with thin leaves that quiver like
A new butterfly to the touch of
The transparent breeze saturated with the fragrance of
Honeysuckle and The Yellow Rose of Texas
That luxuriously adorn
The entire valley as it is peered at
Over pink toes
In the apex of my swing
NicKEE NicKEE
Even the Killdeer knew my name
In that place
At that time
I call home
Sadly, I was only eight years old once
And I am eternally homesick
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