God sent us sad souls to the pan handle of Texas to break our heart
No oaks, no rivers, , no place to dream upon the flat earth, as a song
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Sounds like you still have a hankering for that ole panhandle. Nice poem Jeff-----Melvina
Having driven through several times I can definitely appreciate this one. Having lived in San Angelo Texas, I can definitely believe that you can find your soul in Texas, but its very likely that the weather will change completely thirty minutes after you find it and the darn thing will blow away again, lost in the wind while you chase it off into the sunset. :)