Meadowlark in a plywood prairie.

A dustbowl sandstorm and
the radio is on in the attic.
 
That kid always leaves the radio on.
 
There’s a finch on the fence and I can’t find Atticus.
I wish I could make it through Nebraska on one tank of gas.
 
 
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