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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