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Aug 2014
A granite sentinel
where zephyrs whisper,
courting the dogwoods,
busy wasps,
look,
there goes a bee,
a butterfly floating,
kissing cairns
in mountain time,
on blood.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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