It was a bitter bullet to my heart. I miss McKinney, Texas. It was my home for over 44 years. I miss my home. It was the dream home of a slum kid born and raised in the jungles of New York City. It was a dream fulfilled. Its sweeping views. Vast expanses of hardwood floors. Its main jewel A sparkling huge pool of diamonds. A view that greeted me each morning from my bedroom window amidst a majestic view of sky upon a golf course. I miss my home of thirteen years. It seems like a dream now as I sit among these many acres on a farm in the middle of nowhere. I miss the dozens of hand waves from passing cars as I mowed my lawn. I miss the gal who ran by my home each morning with a bright smile and a kind word. Now before me lies an FM Road with old beaten pick-up trucks driving too fast. Throwing their trash before our gate. I miss my home of McKinney, Texas. Loneliness is a bitter bullet.
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