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Feb 2015
I am at the curly wolfe
Looking at the spruce trees
Behind them lies an army
Stout Little Soldiers
Drinking Lemongrass Tea
With Raspberry Tarts
They yell and squeal and raise their hats
Armed with tiny toothpicks
For to them I am a great blue giant
Peering through the Spruce
Delilah  Moon
Written by
Delilah Moon  Nevada City, California
(Nevada City, California)   
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