i am from
the little yellow house
the teaching of my siblings
a big family with love
i am from
the city that my parents grew up in
the place were i feel at home
the house that ive know to love
i am from
the golf course were every shot counts
the pool were every stroke counts
my childhood were every memory counts
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I like yours because it's short and to the point.
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