The little town is quaint and ever so quiet.
Through modernization, it has changed over the years.
One time I recall seeing my great Aunt Dola.
A lady for whom I was a bad memory to her, she wasn't always kind.
I had a love for her in spite of herself.
Then there were the other relatives who made me feel more than welcome in their home.
Modern times have all changed the place I used to call home.
For it was in infancy I had moved with my parents to somewhere I knew more and left Columbia behind.
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