Galloping down dusty trails throughout this western territory,
never being forsaken in this simple and easy life that favors
a simplistic beauty that's never disguised.
Always standingsomewhere along the sidelines of rhythmic
pathways, colors of imagination flowing in time with the music,
following the wonder into imaginational realities.
As life moves about, it takes many ideas along for the ride,
watching as sunsetical horizons arrive in people's lives as
they wait for their dates of expiration.
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