May 3, 2010
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I am from a family
Of intelligent, kind people
Where I can say what I feel without being judged
Where we can share stories of our day
Then I can laugh like a jester
I am from a family

I am from a city
Of wavering skies
Where the flowers bloom
And give hidden gifts of happiness
Where the sun sets
And rises up again

I am from a family
That loves to travel to foreign lands
And experience new sensations
My parents love to sail
‘Cross wavering seas
Their feet shod in Birkenstocks

I am from a city
Where the lights can turn off
Oh but a flicker
But they always turn back on
And illuminate the lives of whom they touch

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