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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