Reminds me of a line I once read
Land of the free, home of the brave.
I was born in America
That very fact makes me an American. I do not acknowledge borders, I do not make relevant, imaginary lines in the sand.
The oceans and streams, the rivers, mountains , rocks and valleys all are my front and back yard. I play there and I rest there I eat there and raise my family there. I greet my freinds and loved ones there.
From the lakes in all there greatness that surround Michigan to the vast oceans of California and beyond, that's where I reside! That's my home.
Why?
Becuase this is the land of the free.
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