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Sto'it (Aberdeen)
Aberdeen and hey and they -
cascading all their dreams away -
chose to high and grow it, stow it,
selling low from pot to pull it.
Whereas they, had had and been
from alley way and urban din;
always hot and carried cold,
names embossed in platted gold.
Their colors ran in constant streams.
They talked of trails and blues and greens.
Their hands would grasp for any other
and in their haze they'd beg and plead.
Aberdeen and they had come
long before most anyone
knew what to make of fading stars
and constellations from afar.
And chances are they'll stand to see
the brightest time in history,
as Aberdeen and hey and they
cascade the last of everything.
