I'm starting to miss the United States of America. I don't know what this new place is, but it's not my home, my heritage or my hope. Good bye, old friend. Nice try, old friend. You were a mess, but I loved you. Nobody can love whatever this mess is.

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Saturday, March 05, 2011
Grapes of Wrath
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I'm starting to miss the United States of America. I don't know what this new place is, but it's not my home, my heritage or my hope. Good bye, old friend. Nice try, old friend. You were a mess, but I loved you. Nobody can love whatever this mess is.
I'm starting to miss the United States of America. I don't know what this new place is, but it's not my home, my heritage or my hope. Good bye, old friend. Nice try, old friend. You were a mess, but I loved you. Nobody can love whatever this mess is.
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