Highway 62
Wisps of clouds hang in the valley
Early morning dampness coats the air
As the morning sun dances in the trees
Barely above the skyline, greeting the day
Soothing rumble of an engine across the road
As the rider weaves among the curves, the
Land of rivers and Ozark Mountains
Shows its natural state of beauty
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