I moved South from Seattle's rainy haze,
To Atlanta's charm in the early 80s days.
They called me a Yankee, a foreign soul,
But Southern living soon took its toll.
Sightseeing spots, reminders of the past,
Stone Mountain, Kennesaw hills, memories that last.
Civil war echoes lingered in the air,
A history woven into Southern flair.
Spring arrived, painting the land anew,
Dogwood trees...
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