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The Plains

Come live with me on The Plains

Amongst The Spirits of All Our Friends

Where We could walk together

on the dewy tousled grasses


And instead of picking petals

In the Sun We can stand together

just lookin'

At The Prairie flowers blowin'


And with the stars in the sky as the cool wind settles in

We can gaze at the flushing glow of Our warm and flickering fire

And amidst the smoke and the heat, The Spirits rise with crackles

The whirling Embers of Our truly ardent desires

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An Ollie Original ©
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