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MY HOME © Ohio is my home, That’s where I want to be. I thought that I could roam, and live beside the sea. I miss the old Scioto, as on this path I go. The Olentangy calls me. Why did I ever flee? I miss winter’s slush and snow, In spring the red bud’s bloom, The Cardinal’s sweet call low, and Ohio’s bright fall plume. No longer content can I be, to live beside the sea, or anywhere else I roam. OHIO is my home. |