Tennessee Homesick Blues
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Valleys thick with morning mist and tumbling mountain streams,
Mournful hemlocks towering haunt my every dream.
Hills that overwhelm the flesh and winds that cleanse the soul,
I long for my lost yesterdays and peaceful times of old.
homesick for you too! Its been a hard two years with no social network, hasn't it!? HAving everyone so close in Harrogate was blissful. Where are those days when we could just randomly get together for some wine and good ol' fashion girl talk? Miss you sweetie!
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