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Where I’m From

I’m from sandy beaches,
and Breezy Days.
From a hot sun,
and biting night bugs.

I’m from fishing poles
And chlorine pools.
From sand cover legs
And big books read in bed.

I’m from soup with ham.
To Fresh water fish
Every huge Christmas feast,
and DQ shakes after going to the beach

I’m from a tribe of Cherokee Indians,
and a line of working Italians.
Along with laid-back French from Canada,
to a river dance away of Irish.

I’m from the state that started the way
for the country I live in today.