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Just Passing Through

Your mountains and prairies are safe from me, it’s only your roads I want 89 in Utah, 191 in Montana, route 50 cutting Nevada in half I’m not looking to stay or upset your order, like New Yorkers and Californians do I just want to ride to tomorrow and back —the view and the memories my home (Dewey Montana: September, 1996)

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