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When I see the color Swirl onto the white canvas My walls crumble before me My world grows bigger The wild prairies of Kansas  Sleep under the night sea That which held countless stars that hover
3:46 a.m.  on a post-rain Kansas Monday.  I try to wash away  the sleepiness from my insomnia laden eyes, pick a fresh sheet of paper spread clean it almost sheens,
Leavenworth,  Kansas. The midwest of the Midwest. Not a small town, by any means Very old buildings, and very old houses, are found throughout the city. It's near good hunting spots,
Insideof the structureOf our ruling body liesA cancerous body of lies.It hidesBehind false truths and manufactured factsShy of prying eyes. We  timidly tryAnd denyThat the cancer is so alive.
to write all the things that make me want to jump up  and twist and shout i would make a never ending list   you would be reading for days there would be repeats
The golden tides crash against the shores the shores filled with excitement excitement because everyone knows what time it is can you smell that scent? The days are long the nights short
Dorothy, This Isn't Kansas Anymore  
Kansas, the place where my fathers’ fathers have made home. A place where on the prairie, the buffalo roam. But the place of Kansas where I lay in bed Is much different but the voices of my fathers still sing in my head.
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