Yesterday's Ghost Riders
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Soaring through the evening sky with ghost riders of yesterday,
remembering the wonder and awe of their splendid voices carry-
ing through the night.
Lifting eyes to the heavens, galloping across the clouds in
and through this imagination, never forgetting the sound and
beats that filled mind and intellect.
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