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I am from dust storms,  From wheat and whiskey.I am from the chipped off paint on the back of the house(White, dirty, whistling in the wind).I am from the shrubs, The BitterrootsThe colors barely vibrant enough to remember. I’m from homemade meals
I am from dust storms,  From wheat and whiskey.I am from the chipped off paint on the back of the house(White, dirty, whistling in the wind).I am from the shrubs, The BitterrootsThe colors barely vibrant enough to remember. I’m from homemade meals
Dear Troy, I want to take you back Back to that October morning  When you rode on the back of that flatbed, freezing, trembling Remember how the vicious air whisked against your face
There’s something about the way the sun peaks over the snow covered mountains That makes me realize it’s a new day There’s something about the steam on the river That makes me see the warmth in the cold
Montana                                                                                              Carinthia
One year ago he didn't think he ever could he trained and trained and always came up short he never thought he ever would now he is chasing his dreams
One year ago he didn't think he ever could he trained and trained and always came up short he never thought he ever would  now he is chasing his dreams wrestling with his favorite team
  I wear the hours of each day under      both eyes. A body's natural way of     saying        it is hard, but I am trying.  And I will wear them without shame,
‘Twas a cold and blistering Monday afternoon Seventy nine miles of pavement separated us from our destination The winter had came with full brute force Snow drifts alongside the road completely covered the property fences
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