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| Let
me go back to Ammannsville
to breath a country breeze, I'll stand beneath the cottonwoods listen
to their fluttering leaves
For in their shade I can recall with fondest
memory, all our kin who gathered here at this old KJT
This hall
holds echos of the past that still come back to me, of food and fun and
everyone enjoying family
Their voices still reverberate within
these hollowed walls, and if I close my eyes real tight I see them one
and all
Dancing to polkas as they play as loud as they can be,
with corresponding conversation in ascending symphony
This hall is
more than roof and doors it's treasure is to me, the place where I can
come to be among my memories
And if I could I'd call them back just
one more time to see, the pleasure of their company in this old KJT.
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