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Stood amid tall Buffalo grass.
Grandma did all that she could,
trying to give it some class.
When winters were tough,
cow "chips" they would burn.
Even they weren't plentiful,
so each kid searched their turn.
The walls were of logs,
"Chinked" up with blue clay.
That my Grandpa cut and hauled,
twenty miles I'd say.
The roof is now gone,
and the walls seem to lean.
The area's no longer remote,
wild, or pristine.
The old ......
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