Poems & lyrics celebrating Kansas Flint Hills land & people by Annie Wilson – the “Flint Hills Balladeer”Sericea Lespedeza Blues It’s hard enough to say it – impossible to spell. But once your pasture has it, you’ll think you’ve gone to hell. The cattle, they don’t like it. You’ll wonder ...
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