State of ClaimsA Poem by JeffState is not a nation or a home If I don't know where I come from Where do I go
Is it where you go Or where you're from
I see broken lines Of broken messages All jumbled together
So how do I know That I am going home
To the land of lost souls Surrounded by corn And smiling faces
Is it where you go To find happiness and peace
Or is it where you're from To find solitude In a world unknown
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Added on August 16, 2011 Last Updated on August 16, 2011 AuthorJeffAnkeny, IAAboutI'm old and I'm the most awesome person ever! I'm not serious at all about that. I got married last year to a wonderful woman who is the most beautiful woman in the world. I'm also very big into.. more..Writing
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