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Oct 2011
Ah, the silent drops of dew
Resting on blades
Of ever-green grass
Soaking into my feet
Through layers of canvas and cotton

The sun is warm
Upon my rounded shoulders
Burning into the back
Of my oh-so-drowsy head
Setting my hair alight

O, the birdsong
Of a thousand different tunes
All juxtaposed as one
Filling the summer air
With the sound of silence lost
Jordon Jones
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