Boxes, boxes. Today I leave Johnson City. The car is packed and my stomach is in knots. I'm gonna miss my geraniums, my friends, the mountains.countdown to new york
Boxes, boxes. Today I leave Johnson City. The car is packed and my stomach is in knots. I'm gonna miss my geraniums, my friends, the mountains.
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