I was up in your neck of the woods today
Hiking the trails
For a moment I was back in Arkansas
And you were back to being yourself
I know you’re here, somewhere,
Your soul clings to the hills
And your delusions fill the valley

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Franklyn Monk

Poet. Geek. Science fiction aficionado. General freak.
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