Reminds me of a line I once read
Land of the free, home of the brave. 
I was born in America
 That very fact makes me an American.  I do not acknowledge borders, I do not make relevant, imaginary lines in the sand. 
The oceans and streams, the rivers, mountains , rocks and valleys all are my front and back yard. I play there and I rest there I eat there and raise my family there. I greet my freinds and loved ones there. 
From the lakes in all there greatness that surround Michigan to the vast oceans of California and beyond, that's where I reside! That's my home. 
Why? 
Becuase this is the land of the free. 
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