The distance between the strife lands of Texas

To the blest Appalachian Mountains.

Thee sagacity of the discrete peoples

With their eminence taste in music, yet I still wish to be home

Cuddled in to my pithy bed with plush coffee.

My imbroglio appearance shows my quise

But until I arrive to my blissful destination I shall alas continue my journey by closing the distance.

Home is where the heart is not where I feel the least amount of pain.

I don't like getting wet but I still dance in the rain.


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