Windy Grace
You pull me back in
When I leave your windy graces.
It's your fight, your pride, your people,
that always thread my laces.
The city of big shoulders
taught me to fight.
To push my way through
the unwelcome in life.
Freedom, passion and toughness
are what your canyons exude.
They always bring me back
to that sweet home
Chicago Mood.
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