A simple poem.
Minnesota
I live way up north in the boreal forests of Minnesota
In a land that’s pure and untouched by the civilized hand
A place that sings to the soul my friend
Do you know what I am talking about
Have you ever seen a place that makes your heart sing out
Most people are too wrapped up in their lives
Busy scurrying around for things you cannot take to the other side
It’s too bad they spend their whole lives blind
Minnesota is a place where man can find his soul
At one with nature is the final goal
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