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Apr 2015
In days of mud and rust
The clean rain falls (in droplets)
Into my eyes (and down our throats)

Our eyes
Will catch every living (and non living)
Thing

As a piece of magic
A fleck of stardust on the horizon
A spark of energy beaming from our lives
Thanks to Ashley L for your writing advice.
Written by
alex waddell  Oxford, MS
(Oxford, MS)   
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   Cecil Miller
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