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iowa to you, iowa, i've been thinking the last few weeks, it's been a long time since i left you and i've never once been back, oh it's trite to say i lost my heart with you, iowa, amid the beans and corn and the rolling hills only an easterner could call flat, but when i think of you, iowa, i see a little house with red shingle siding and i taste the salt of our sweat as we made love on a mattress on the floor, we were always breathing hard,  sometimes in my memory i taste blood, so thin it all was, hardly enough to sustain us while we lived there, not nearly enough once we were truly gone, from you, iowa. |
