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this poem is probably going to be a song somewhere down the road, but for not it'll be here

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I never thought I'd miss what I knew so well
I never thought I'd know that place like this
Home should be where the heart is
Now I'm home

Home is where the corn grows and the mountains rise
Home is where I learned to sing
Home is where I learned to let my heart take flight
Now I'm home 

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

QueenOfHearts’s Poems (5)

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