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| Picture Taken Sept 3rd 2010 |
The head must bow and the back will have to bend,
Wherever the poor folks may go
A few more days and the trouble will end,
In the field where sugar-canes may grow.
A few more days for to tote the weary load,
No matter, 'twill never be light
A few more days till we totter on the road,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night.
-"My Old Kentucky Home"
The sun is setting on my backyard, my last night in a long time spent in this weird place called "home". This isthe last night I'll feel the heavy, humid air when I open my window. It is weird to think of the place I will be tomorrow night. I don't know what it will become to me. Will it become my primary home? a secondary home? a prison?
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