MISSING BALDWIN POEM

 In Baldwin where the breezes blow,

I miss my town more than you know.
The streets where memories were made,
In sunsets, stars, and summer shade.
I long for Peaches and local flair,
Funny friends and the salty air.
Where pizza slices are divine,
And laughter flows like abundant wine.
Oh Baldwin, the town of quirky grace,
With hidden jokes in every place.
Though far from you I now may roam,
My heart still finds its welcome home.
I miss your charm and odd delights,
The seaside days and drunken nights.
So here's a laugh, a wink, a cheer—
To Baldwin, I miss Pabst Blue Ribbon beer
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