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It looks like this




Cross Bucked

And wrapped up.

It has me

Where  /  I Live.


No Excape

 From it.


The Door

That I look at.

The corral

They put me in.


Caged like I am

Still breathing

The Free Air



They tell me

Something different.


I can't afford to live


In a country

Once so free.


(No beginning

In --------------------------------------- Out

And no end  )


To what I want


I do Believe


Just o'er

That Rainbow

There be a pot of gold.


No sirens

But the one's you hear

When she sings

To your soul.


You answer

Cuz you want too.

Freedom is her name.


Where she leads

You have to follow




The CrossBuck Door.






My Countries Lifespan

And mine.

 Wild Mustangs.

Native Blood.

In the Washington machine.

Dreams aplenty

In Rainbow Eyes.

How can they ever





Author's Notes/Comments: 


10:33 PM

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SSmoothie is right

About  "  The Good Stuff  ".

Like that Country song.



Imagine That....

A Country Song

In a Country such as this.


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A very enriching write

A very enriching write despite the poor content ;) see what I did there? Lol! Well done! The Good stuff!  HugSS

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

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Thanks Smoothes

I am still trying to think

How to explain it.

But it is poetry.

The lyrics of the unexplainable.

I will leave it at that.