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Out in the middle of nowhere Or that's what people will say What they don't see Is what stays unknown The beauty that only those who seek it It's nothing but high winds farms and livestock But to those who live here it's more To look out your window and see the sun In the summer to look out and watch the birds fly To walk down the street and say “Hi” to everyone Drive and see water as blue as the sky Watching a rodeo when it comes through That is the beauty outsiders seek That is the beauty that can be seen Of course there are no Atlanta, no San Francisco, no New York Only Mobridge, Selby, Glennon, Java Peaceful places in which to live This is the western plains cities In northern South Dakota
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
South Dakota Beauty
Out in the middle of nowhere Or that's what people will say What they don't see Is what stays unknown The beauty that only those who seek it It's nothing but high winds farms and livestock But to those who live here it's more To look out your window and see the sun In the summer to look out and watch the birds fly To walk down the street and say “Hi” to everyone Drive and see water as blue as the sky Watching a rodeo when it comes through That is the beauty outsiders seek That is the beauty that can be seen Of course there are no Atlanta, no San Francisco, no New York Only Mobridge, Selby, Glennon, Java Peaceful places in which to live This is the western plains cities In northern South Dakota
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
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