I was once the intruder
Now Im the owner
I seek the north facing
I seek new land
Well paved streets
new grass and a sense of welcome
A season that transitions smoothly
Trees that carry the fruit for an extra week
That's what I seek
A garage with tools
So that I may tinker
My trusty dog and nosy neighbors
You look at me and you wouldn't guess it
It's a simple existance
where the sunshines on my land
I'll put a garden there
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