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I Am From...



	I am from nutella, from snuggle, and breakfast for dinner I am from the hard wood floors (cold, smooth, and hard on my back) I am from the money tree in my huge backyard, and the clay beneath the ground, wet and mushy when I dig. I’m from huge family dinners on warm holiday nights, and the open-minded intelligence from Jody and Mike I’m from comedians; depression passed on, but helped up From follow your dreams with a back up plan and hurry up or I’m leaving without you I’m from Adrian, Michigan and Italy and pasta and meat, From the tire tracks on my dad’s lucky wallet, lost and found in Scotland and my little baby brother’s first steps In my mind I keep these treasure, material spills out into my books, and pictures pile up in over flowing scrap books, I am from eternal laughter, many step- and half- relatives, and forever Vermiglio.