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I am from, poem

I am from the purple mountains.
I am from where the red rocks have echoed with the sound of the Beatles and even U2.
I am from where the beer is rocky mountain cold.
I am from where the mountains turn gold in the fall.
I am from where the rocks are ironed flat.
I am from when a fall day can be 80o F then 20o the next day.
I am from where you ski in July.
I am from where a flowers name speaks of tragedy.
I am from where going to the movies can be a dark night.
I am from where the highest road in America drives well into the clouds.
I am from the purple mountains.

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