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Show Love of Open Inherent ? The Impulse to get Into the open is primitive In us. We lov'e the breath of the spaces not cluttered with houses and rank with the odors of civilized life. Under the stars and the moon we can think clean thoughts From the busy fields we can drink Inspirations unknown to the office and the counting house. In the song of I lie winds we may hear the cradle lullabies of our Infancy or the strange melodies which thus come, different and alone, to the Individual souH Kansas Clly Times. |