It's funny but...
I don't miss your squawking girls next door.
I don't miss your scratching branches at the window.
I don't miss your door that would shake at night.
I don't miss your old brick walls.
I don't miss your cupboards too high to reach.
I don't miss your stained linoleum floor.
Heritage Halls, I don't miss you.
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