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Jun 2015
~                Return me to my place in the sand
                      Where i begin as where ill end
             We are born of blood with earth in hand
           Our mother birthed us from sand and bone
                 We'll someday die and turn to stone
                        Yet its alright it is our home
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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   Kelley A Vinal
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