When it Rains thunder roars, lighting strikes it covers every place you go like a guitar tuned just right it maybe soothing to the soul i often watch it all come down the pitter patter on the windowpane house is empty, when you're not around i call to you, but all in vain		Cold NOVEMBER I awoke at morning light no birds were chirping no squirrel scurrying in delight I looked outside, as i sipped my tea Everything was snow covered white No green, no red, no brown to see Like a color print picture turned black and white The Autumn Spirit has left us overnight
	NEBRASKA, Home Again Here I've been This place I've seen Where white is white, with little brown Honest people of an honest town Here, horse plows milk of cows Farmers give and take from the Earth sometimes of profitable worth Omaha is born aisles of corn from the fruited plains, we start picture of American art And every year I come back here there's a big white barn i like to climb think i'll stay this time.	Same Old Bar Story It seems an endless stare through smoke and smell of beer You spot the radiant Blonde whom, at the other end of the bar contact is made when she notices your piercing stare she gives you a welcoming glance orders her drink and returns a gaze Depression brought you here and you struggle to maintain a smile Every drink makes the jouney easier Til finally deciding to make that long trek through hostile territory to reach "destiny" Your thoughts of an Interlude are dashed as she says with her gentle smile "no"

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