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"To Hell Boston's urban sprawl,"
said I to you, wife.
"We'll hitch our to the Western call,
Give the children a life.
For now sand,
with hands,
become a garden."

The Sodom of the behind us,
rain follow the plow.
Heaven smiles us,
for follows the plow.

I worked land with all my worth,
exposed the to the sky.
The fields simply not birth
our of wheat and rye.
Then I'd that the drought
would cede to showers.

deception
that rain would the plow.
May God grace upon us
so may follow the plow.

Destiny: The railroad's tyranny.
Cholera, a loss,
on the cross.

The dream has died.

Now I kneel before grave,
to my mistakes.
The soil I toiled
gave, but now it takes.
And I every day
that this gun I'll join you.

No from the heavens,
no rain to the plow.
desert masks no Eden,
no followed the plow.