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Midwest
Outside "Clio" history lays
simply on cobblestones ways
Between its bricks just stays;
an hourglass, measuring days,
It sees the beauty in each worn stone,
a story etched, with a life all its own
Within the cracks, it settles in layers so deep,
there's no need for grandeur or fame or sleep
Symbols of freedom, pure, simple, and true
The Omaha stones shared with me what they knew
Her whisper throughout my soul was voiced so clear,
"Wilson & Washburn" took hold of my heart damn near...
In every sand, are storeys, of lives lived, of dreams, of moments made of gold
"When I am dust, hopefully, someone writes of what lively stories I behold"
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