What is the spirit of a place?

It’s a special space.

I can still see your face.

It’s lovely and covered with lace.

I can still feel the embrace,

And know it was grace.

You may think it’s gone without a trace,

But I know it’s just misplaced.

It Shelby’s birthplace,

And the place where we will reembrace!


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