Monday, March 12, 2012
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I'm going home to the place where I was born, to the red dust and dry heat and the majestic dawn
But I'm tinged with sadness and a heavy heart, hope that I finish the task that I start
The memories of childhood, my Mom and Dad, they won't be waiting, this makes me so sad!
I'll visit them both where I laid them to rest, sit and chat awhile, try my best
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