This place is the place I was born.
In the winter it look "dead" to most people.
But they don't stay around long enough for it to be born again.
It is a beautifaul place, even in the middle of december.
There are more things here than one can remember.
Call it backwoods,
Call it hick,
Call it redneck, or whatever you pick.
But hang around here for long enough,
You'll see.
That PA isn't such a nasty place to be. =]
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