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By writingrox, Harrisburg, PA

Life is a broken road, never straight
Always fraught with dangers looking out to fate
Life is never the same length of time
It’s never written the same from line to line
Slipping on ice, burning in the hot sun
Always running out of breath from the long run
Traveling now from hell and back
You can’t tell me where I’ve been at

I was born here and I always stayed here
This place of Harrisburg has been so dear
Never moved nowhere else, always stayed put
Sometimes I struggled, but still I put one foot
After another, moving forward, never looking back
Even though at times, didn’t have the greenbacks
I’ve been moving up from small to large

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