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He sings with a big deep voice but he’s too silly and upbeat for most deep “larklike” voices

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So This Is Nebraska

BY TED KOOSER

The gravel road rides with a slow gallop over the fields, the telephone lines streaming behind, its billow of dust full of the sparks of redwing blackbirds. On either side, those dear old ladies, the loosening barns, their little windows dulled by cataracts of hay and cobwebs hide broken tractors under their skirts. So this is Nebraska. A Sunday afternoon; July. Driving along with your hand out squeezing the air, a meadowlark waiting on every post. Behind a shelterbelt of cedars, top-deep in hollyhocks, pollen and bees, a pickup kicks its fenders off and settles back to read the clouds. You feel like that; you feel like letting your tires go flat, like letting the mice build a nest in your muffler, like being no more than a truck in the weeds, clucking with chickens or sticky with honey or holding a skinny old man in your lap while he watches the road, waiting for someone to wave to. You feel like waving. You feel like stopping the car and dancing around on the road. You wave instead and leave your hand out gliding larklike over the wheat, over the houses.

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So This Is Nebraska by Ted Kooser

The gravel road rides with a slow gallop over the fields, the telephone lines streaming behind, its billow of dust full of the sparks of redwing blackbirds. On either side, those dear old ladies, the loosening barns, their little windows dulled by cataracts of hay and cobwebs hide broken tractors under their skirts. So this is Nebraska. A Sunday afternoon; July. Driving along with your hand out squeezing the air, a meadowlark waiting on every post. Behind a shelterbelt of cedars, top-deep in hollyhocks, pollen and bees, a pickup kicks its fenders off and settles back to read the clouds. You feel like that; you feel like letting your tires go flat, like letting the mice build a nest in your muffler, like being no more than a truck in the weeds, clucking with chickens or sticky with honey or holding a skinny old man in your lap while he watches the road, waiting for someone to wave to. You feel like waving. You feel like stopping the car and dancing around on the road. You wave instead and leave your hand out gliding larklike over the wheat, over the houses.

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So This Is Nebraska

By: Ted Kooser The gravel road rides with a slow gallop  over the fields, the telephone lines  streaming behind, its billow of dust  full of the sparks of redwing blackbirds.  On either side, those dear old ladies,  the loosening barns, their little windows  dulled by cataracts of hay and cobwebs  hide broken tractors under their skirts.  So this is Nebraska. A Sunday  afternoon; July. Driving along  with your hand out squeezing the air,  a meadowlark waiting on every post.  Behind a shelterbelt of cedars,  top-deep in hollyhocks, pollen and bees,  a pickup kicks its fenders off  and settles back to read the clouds.  You feel like that; you feel like letting  your tires go flat, like letting the mice build a nest in your muffler, like being  no more than a truck in the weeds,  clucking with chickens or sticky with honey  or holding a skinny old man in your lap  while he watches the road, waiting  for someone to wave to. You feel like  waving. You feel like stopping the car  and dancing around on the road. You wave  instead and leave your hand out gliding  larklike over the wheat, over the houses. 

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Margaret Rhodes actually does not like purses. Despite being a fashion designer, she hates purses and feels they weigh her down. Instead she comes up with designs so she has plenty of pockets and looks rather cool doing so. Margaret often wears garter belts with pockets attached to them and loves to look like an actual businesswoman. So often times, her pantsuits are hand designed to carry all her items.

Lark Williams, on the other hand, adores purses. She is used to carrying the extra ten pounds and considers it good exercise. Her purses and cameras are why her arms are so toned and lean compared to Margaret's arms. Lark often considers her arms her pride and joy in comparison to other girls' arms. In fact, because of her work outs, Lark can easily do push ups. In Hunger Games AU, Lark's love of purses is transferred with her love of work and carrying heavy loads.