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Jan 2015
Whispering breeze
rustling through the trees
a silent song
calming these

children so tense
with worry and anger
soon fade to laughing
smiling and laughter

smiling upon them
the afternoon sun
call's it's children
back to their roots.
Tintin
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Tintin  Calgary
(Calgary)   
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   The Emerald Outcast, Vlks and AJ
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