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In the distance the thunder rumbles
I lay here in this field of fresh baled hay
as my world crumbles
In the distance thunder rumbles
I can smell the sweetness of the oncoming rain
in the bright lights of the big city I'm seduced by hate, and shattered dreams touched by darkness, and evil schemers
love by few hated by many
but here in the smell of pine and the rustling of aspen leaves
I can find a short lived semblance of inner peace
in a world where people kill people over the poisons
they shoot into their veins
a world gone crazy it seems
there are days where all I want to do is go west till I cross the first set of purple mountains
then turn left and walk away never to look back
In the distance the thunder rumbles
I can smell the sweetness of the oncoming rain
how I wish it could wash away the blood and pain
~ D Donner ~
Central Mountain Poem
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If I had it to do over, I'd travel widely in the U.S. It is truly a beautiful land. - A -
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I have to agree, A. This is a beautiful country filled with the most interesting people. Past the purple mountains, and south is pretty darn spectacular too.
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