Tennessee
Tennessee,
A place I miss.
A place where everyone is kind,
And everything dismiss.
Tennessee,
Where the trees are orange,
Where the trees are said of fall,
but swiftly wave bye when the winter glows.
Tennessee,
When the country is real,
I can get the feel.
When my lover lays beside me,
A kiss is like a shimmer of glee.
Tennessee.
I miss the most,
Lets all make a toast.
To the place where happy is,
Where nature blossoms,
Is the country love.
A place I miss.
A place where everyone is kind,
And everything dismiss.
Tennessee,
Where the trees are orange,
Where the trees are said of fall,
but swiftly wave bye when the winter glows.
Tennessee,
When the country is real,
I can get the feel.
When my lover lays beside me,
A kiss is like a shimmer of glee.
Tennessee.
I miss the most,
Lets all make a toast.
To the place where happy is,
Where nature blossoms,
Is the country love.
This Poems Story
I used to live in Knoxville, Tennessee. I miss the people and the sights. All above, I miss the love.
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