Moving Truck Window

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Inside looking out
I see friends waving like they’ll never see me again.
I hear “Good-bye’’ and “I’ll call you”
I smell the aroma of packing peanuts stronger than ever
I feel the air rushing past my fingers
As we head to Bullitt County
I am leaving all I have ever known
But to a new house I go





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