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Give Me Nebraska

Updated: Oct 20, 2023

Give me the cold crisp air,

slung by the soul of a gusty wind,

along and aloft in a blue-harvest sky.

Give me the gold-tipped grass

that waves and weaves near

the meadowlark’s joyous cry.

Give me the burnt-rust red

of a deep sunset

and the crack of a thousand corn.

Give me the horizon

and its tranquil line

drawn from the quill where I was born.

Give me Nebraska.

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