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Waking up in the city that never sleeps.
Driving around my old stomping grounds.
Memories running through my mind.
Smiles and tears of fond recollections.
Wouldnít trade growing up in NY for anything.
Now matter where Iíve gone, Iíll never forget where Iím from.
Donít ever forget your roots.
Ragnar
Written by Ragnar
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Author's Note
First time back home in 30 years
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