Cam Morrissey

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When I’m home in California, 

I hate the sand in my shoes and the bone chilling waters of the Pacific,

But when I leave,

I miss the foggy Bay Area mornings and the scorching sun on the waves.

When I’m home in Ohio,

I hate the flat land and humid summers,

But when I leave

I miss the miles of corn fields and the endless warm nights. When I’m home in Michigan

I hate the constant mosquitoes and traffic and football games,

But when I’m away, 

I miss the Great Lakes and farms and forests.

When I’m home in New York

I hate the frigid winters and rainy spring,

But I miss walks in the city and trips to the lake. How lucky I am

To have a piece of these places with me always.

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