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I am from Linnehan and Murphy, Finkelhor and Samuels.

I am from synagogues and chapels both, rabbi and priest.

I am from marsh stretched to crack, and Suburbia pressure.

I am from the monopolies of American freedom.

I am from a worthless pigsty of propaganda, and a mansion of words and letters.

I am from relations of the age of fear and lies.

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I am from grease and salt, and dashes of soda and flavor.

I am from the cafas and stores of smalltown suburbs, from malls and markets.

I am from baseball and football, and Brady and Ortiz.

I am from tightly sketched roads and vividly written highways.

I am from history and future, from this world and others.

I am from a nation of allegory, but also of category.

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I am from a past of hiding, but a future of shining.

I am from a culture where those with smart parents rule all.

I am from devils and demons, from angels and gods.

I am from realities and fantasies, fiction and truth.

I am from dreaming and sleeping, waking and stretching.

I am from spoils of untrue wars.

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I am from undone dictators and books to be written.

I am from headlines and deadlines and just plain old lines.

I am from a comet in the sky and a rainbow in the air.

I am from classes and snow days, from teachers who can do bad and good.

I am from Madden and Lucas, to Jackson and Depp.

I am from minds of greats, money of the lucky and fibs of the fake.

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I am from New York and Pittsburgh and Boston.

I am from indents and edits, from headings to footnotes.

I am from humor and horror to our world and theirs.

I am from Tolkien and King, from Rowling and Zusak.

I am from pages of condemnation, from suits of law and of clothes.

I am from style that only the weirdest could wear.

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I am from the heavens of creativity, and the hells of order.

I am from missing homework and lost papers.

I am from Gates vs. Mac, from PlayStation to Train station.

I am from glory and sorrow, rejoice and failure.

I am from files upon files and the air of dinner just about to come out.

I am from dastardly deeds to abhorrent activities.

I am from guitar and violin, singing and piano.

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