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A Land I Knew Too Little

By Bo Blackwell

 

A land I knew too little

A vast and diverse crowd

I sat at home and whittled

Instead of living proud

 

Twas not until I was a man

That I began to stray

Far from home, did I now stand

Excited, scared, and away

 

Savoy, a city growing

Robust and full of life

E’ryone forced to get along

Because of  far-spread strife

 

I run away now, soaked in rain

From a home that I’ll ne’er again dwell

If I’d never left home, I wouldn’t feel this pain

For a land I knew far too well

 

[!] Tears stain the bottom of this parchment

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