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sharkchomp · 12-26-2009, 01:08 AM

I was born in Wisconsin but moved to Tennessee when I was nine years old and have lived here since. It is home. My beautiful home. The mist that rises from the fields in late summer mornings. The fog that rolls across the lakes in the fall. The red and yellow leafed trees that dot the hillsides like large lollipops in late fall. UT football. The two inches of snow that fills grocery stores and causes 1,000 wrecks and pure panic for all Southern drivers! And spring!! Azelias, red buds and dog woods!!! Tulips and flocks! The hungry fish awakened from the winter slumber, damned near jumping in your boat for the promise of a fresh lively worm!!! Watching the mountains turn green, like kudzu creeping slowly up the mountain crests. And summer, lakes and streams full of hot people, meandering down the little river on tubes. Humidity surely produced by the devil himself. Summer afternoon showers that are just aggrevating enough to make your grass grow for you to mow. This is my Tennessee.

~~~shark~~~~~~~

12-26-2009, 01:08 AM	#113
sharkchomp Member How Do You Identify?: TG/stone butch Preferred Pronoun?: He Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Knoxville Posts: 426 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 419 Thanked 1,343 Times in 309 Posts Rep Power: 9701638	I was born in Wisconsin but moved to Tennessee when I was nine years old and have lived here since. It is home. My beautiful home. The mist that rises from the fields in late summer mornings. The fog that rolls across the lakes in the fall. The red and yellow leafed trees that dot the hillsides like large lollipops in late fall. UT football. The two inches of snow that fills grocery stores and causes 1,000 wrecks and pure panic for all Southern drivers! And spring!! Azelias, red buds and dog woods!!! Tulips and flocks! The hungry fish awakened from the winter slumber, damned near jumping in your boat for the promise of a fresh lively worm!!! Watching the mountains turn green, like kudzu creeping slowly up the mountain crests. And summer, lakes and streams full of hot people, meandering down the little river on tubes. Humidity surely produced by the devil himself. Summer afternoon showers that are just aggrevating enough to make your grass grow for you to mow. This is my Tennessee. ~~~shark~~~~~~~ __________________ take a fish boating