Poems & lyrics celebrating Kansas Flint Hills land & people by Annie Wilson – the “Flint Hills Balladeer”Doggie ParadiseOh boy! We’re goin’ walkin’! She’s lacin’ up her boots. We’re headin’ for the pasture gate; it’s time for cutting loose. No more layin’ round the yard. We’re goin’ where it’s wild.
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