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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. ![]() |