The green green grass Where I use to live Outside the city In a little house Made of bricks Wide open fields Smiling “folks” Everyone knew your name And when they saw you in town They always spoke A friendly smile or a friendly wave That was the small town’s way The green green grass Where I use to live Outside the city In a little house of bricks
Reason for writing:
I grew up in the city but I always wanted to live in a small town.
Birth sign: Aries
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