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Kiln. Homegrown boy from Kiln. Never have I ever been anything other than Kiln. North. Icy frozen tundra up North. I'll miss the South forever I'm sure even when I head up North.
I'll miss the sweet tea and lemonade. Porch swinging in Kiln. We got it made.
Gun. People say I carry a gun. Shooting footballs for fun calling my arm my gun. Sure. Stone cold to the bone sure. They'll know all what's in store be an MVP that's for sure.
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In Kiln you know what you got in store. Home blessings and roots beating at the core. Kiln. Kiln. Where do I begin? Kiln. Kiln. Where do I begin?
French. Part Choctaw and French. Wishbone it's a clinch under five passes I'm French. Home. Atlanta-Green Bay was home. New York and the Metrodome but Kiln will always be my home.
