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The house that kept its hold on me
A simple visit uncovers cheerful echoes of growing up in tight but joyful rooms.
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Standing together keeps the spirit strong
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A hometown that never really let go
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The house that kept its hold on me
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Standing together keeps the spirit strong
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A hometown that never really let go
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Musings: Time's invisible in this very spot
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A night when the past comes shining back
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Teenage me played The Black often
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Toto, we're definitely not in Brooklyn anymore
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When Citi Field becomes an LI reunion site
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The shelves held more than library books
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A red-tailed hawk chick's first foray to flight school
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Summer's here: Music to our ears
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In Kings Park, walks, whispers and winds of time
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Trees as property are like no other
If you want to fell a tree on your property, it's none of my business. Or is it?
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A bob and weave by Mayor Mamdani fails
His response to an antisemitic chant wasn't good enough.
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An oath in Nassau, a mission in Albany
"I'm on a journey, I don't know where that path will end," Blakeman said.
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