It reminds me of Home.
Where exclamations did not reach stopping points
Where grown men roared
With growls and excitement stretching for
Ears of neighborhoods behind where the sun sets.
Oh, these men moved mountains
Each time the reoccurring cheers and slams were
Enough to penetrate dreams.
And the women moved mountains, too.
Whenever whatever stops them
From seeing where the sun rise.
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