We All Have Our Reasons: #8
Recent ode by a new transplant:
Oh Maine, thou have unveiled my sleepy eyes to awakening ambitions. I nestle in your bosom for all but three weeks, in return you fulfill my years of dreaming nightly on all that could pass.
I thank thee, God, for placing me in this land of splendor where all my dreams have been known in fruition.
**All grammar, spelling and otherwise word combos are subject to be wrong.