I am from...

       Land of the free and home of the brave
City of cheeseheads and the green and gold
                      80,000+ cheering from the stadium.
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I am from...

              Brown doors that giants have to open.
        Rooms that I get lost in, size-four feet sinking in carpet.
Fleets of mosquitos that force me to sleep with the sun.
M y   h o m e.

I am from...

Walls that shrink with the years, marks from my hands reaching my knees
                  Hello-Kitty blanket that my feet cannot reach the end of.

Yellow and pink covers on pillows to keep the dust away.
   M y    r o o m.

I am from...

      Short, titian hair that curls in the water.
Bright, colour-changing eyes that twinkle
         Laughter that moves the ground.
  M y   m o t h e r

I am from...

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