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*In a forest clearing deep in wood, I spied the grace of doe and fawn And stopped my track as I should, To set my gate about face in song.*
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
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*In a forest clearing deep in wood, I spied the grace of doe and fawn And stopped my track as I should, To set my gate about face in song.*
ormond
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
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