Question
Finish this please
line 1 My South is where the horses roam
Line 2: I hear click clacks of horse hoofs
Line 3: I see mares and stallions frolicking about
Line 4: I taste the homemade meals and soups of my abuela
Line 5: I remember when I
Line 6: My South smells like
Line 7: It feels like...
Line 8: We always...
Line 9: I’ll never forget...
Line 10: People say...
Line 11: I say...
Line 12: My South is mine because…
line 1 My South is where the horses roam
Line 2: I hear click clacks of horse hoofs
Line 3: I see mares and stallions frolicking about
Line 4: I taste the homemade meals and soups of my abuela
Line 5: I remember when I
Line 6: My South smells like
Line 7: It feels like...
Line 8: We always...
Line 9: I’ll never forget...
Line 10: People say...
Line 11: I say...
Line 12: My South is mine because…
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Line 1 My South is where the horses roam
Line 2: I hear click clacks of horse hoofs
Line 3: I see mares and stallions frolicking about
Line 4: I taste the homemade meals and soups of my abuela
Line 5: I remember when I fell asleep to lullabies and the soft creak of saddles
Line 6: My South smells like coffee at sunrise, cilantro, and the sweet dirt after rain
Line 7: It feels like sun-warmed skin, the rough braid of rope under my hand, and abuela's steady touch
Line 8: We always gather at dusk to eat, laugh, and trade stories until the stars come out
Line 9: I’ll never forget the first time I rode away at dawn and felt the world open beneath me
Line 10: People say the South is slow, complicated, full of old ghosts
Line 11: I say the South is home — stubborn, alive, and full of hands that hold you up
Line 12: My South is mine because it keeps my family's names, my first lessons, and every recipe, story, and memory that made me who I am
Line 2: I hear click clacks of horse hoofs
Line 3: I see mares and stallions frolicking about
Line 4: I taste the homemade meals and soups of my abuela
Line 5: I remember when I fell asleep to lullabies and the soft creak of saddles
Line 6: My South smells like coffee at sunrise, cilantro, and the sweet dirt after rain
Line 7: It feels like sun-warmed skin, the rough braid of rope under my hand, and abuela's steady touch
Line 8: We always gather at dusk to eat, laugh, and trade stories until the stars come out
Line 9: I’ll never forget the first time I rode away at dawn and felt the world open beneath me
Line 10: People say the South is slow, complicated, full of old ghosts
Line 11: I say the South is home — stubborn, alive, and full of hands that hold you up
Line 12: My South is mine because it keeps my family's names, my first lessons, and every recipe, story, and memory that made me who I am