Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Wild Geese Comments
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My grandpa and me would ride the wild prairie
Up by Lee River, as the land changed to fall.
He'd stare at the water, sayin' 'How I miss Maisie...
Y' know sometimes I swear I can still hear her call…
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7/28/2025 7:52:32 PM # 1.0.0
Wild geese mean such a lot to me.