Montana ©2020 Written by A. E. F.
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The eagle sailed across my field,
And screeched throughout the grasslands.
A painted mustang mare stood still,
while its newborn foal suckled milk.

I dreamt of paradise,
While the developers tallied potential profits.
Can't eat money boys,
But damn those peaks are precious.

Darlin', dance with me,
In fire-colored sunsets.