New Concord, Ohio.

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Every inch of this town,
ignores where I come from.
These trees never gave me shelter,
And I doubt they ever will.
Old ladies walking their old dogs,
living in the house where they were born,
Even the animals are too used to the smell,
How could I ever call this place home?
It took me one morning to see it all,
Ended up clueless, where to go from there?
A barber shop, a dentist and a store,
And the same old man owns them all.
This is the wrong spot for youth,
It has the wrong name, who could ever call this New?
How can a place as silent as this
Show me the magical whisper of bliss?
The mos beautiful scenes,
Charming reflections of time,
But it's not my eyes what I need to feed,
It's my brain, and the questions in between.