Over liquid tarmac wastelands of cactus and heat Down cobblestone alley ways of washing day sheets Up ghost prairie mountains of sunset and space Down the road a familiar face Across the wilderness Out further than the bush I will follow you ...Midnight Oil .
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Man i miss those sunsets. Makes me want to be on my back porch. But then all i can see on my porch is my nieghbors orange trees.
So maybe i should be sitting in the front yard. Nah then the geezers bunch would want to stop and talk.
Guess i'm gonna have to make do with your pictures and ocean sunsets for awhile. Till i get home and sit on my roof.
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