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A Sixteen Horse String Team, Freighting Supplies to the Mountains
NOTHING LIKE WYOMING
Talk not to me of Eastern States, their cities large and grand;
With operas and seaside joys way down by Jersey's sand;
Of cafes fine and swell resorts, and functions up in G,
Wyoming, perched up near the sky, is good enough for
me.
I've hit the trail to Iowa, and examined Kansas, too;
I've touched the highest spots they've got in far-famed old Mizzoo;
I've wintered in Los Angeles, also in Washington, D. C.;
But none of these can get my game-they're all too slow for me.
A. K. YERKES, Sour Dough Creek, Wyo.
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Poem Copyrighted 1909 and Published by CHAS. E. MORRIS Co.
Chinook, Montana
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