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Jan 2015
Flightless mincemeat waiting for the ****,
 
by farmers plow,
 
below the till,
 
a stir about,
 
an upward ******,
 
up through the earth new life is pushed,
 
through valleys low and skies abound,
 
their colors shake the hardened ground,
 
a life among the stars aglow,
 
Their fate, it lies beneathe the snow.
Written Feb 2013
Written by
Kurt Schneider  M
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