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Sep 2010
Oh, ye little seed
why must ye be so bold
in all endeavors
most of which
are immigration

Oh, ye drop of clouded fluid
could not ye stay and say
that out might be good
but like home is no place.

'Tis my hope
at least for a time
in Kansas ye'll stay
Written by
Martin Rasmussen
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