At noon in the prairies the sky is cloudless
there's a slight wind so near
It beguiles out atmosphere
if you look closely you'll view a prairie dog
At night the air feels balmy
I lie here thinking of you
if you could feel what I feel you'd
know that in this province
we definitely need a fall of rain.
Mae
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