This Place is Home
As a kid, I would take a daily trip to an old corner shop And proceed to receive its strange hoagie-like essence.
It was bliss; purchasing pizza rolls at night and drinking Red Bull for breakfast.
Life went by hastily and almost countless years flew past. As the soles of my feet still brush the shop ' s decrepit floor, I am stunned more with the pungent scent of reality Rather than the hoagies the pack the store. It simply makes me realize that this place is home. The streets are disheveled, yet I enjoy the familiar texture.
The houses are vacant, but I make the best of the peace I capture.
I am not stricken to say that my town will remain the same. This place sure is repetitive, but I ' m here to stay.
Shawn Hagan
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