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Show A Tribute to Veyo By an ancient old volcano, Rising upward to the skies. On the Santa Clara benches, There the town of Veyo lies. It's a prosperous little have, Where its owners till the soil And returns are health and happiness hap-piness For many hours of toil. I heard a tourist mention How unhappy was our lot. He said, "They" took it from the Indians, It's the land that God forgot." But I beg of him to differ. It put me on the prod. No land is God-forgotten, Unless man forgets his God. Sth Grade. Veyo, Utah Bertram Cheeney Jr. |