Western

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    Western

    Up yonder in the western skies
    As I tarry along these sandy beaches,
    I could feel the water bring joy to my feet
    The fresh breeze, the evening mists blowing
    on my face. I could hear these tides and waves
    stroking my soul as my heart is moved by
    its dutiful sounds.
    Remember me plastered against these sandy beaches and art
    as I find him, the man of my dreams

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    To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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