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Sep 2015
I love the way the thrush is
singing, down by the cold-water,
swift-water, streaming; its babbling
the thrush mistook, for laughing in
the madding way, that streams take on,
when lost in glee, in Summers gladding,
madding sway.
A tribute to Summer, loved, in her time.
Christian Bixler
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Christian Bixler  22/M/Colombus, GA
(22/M/Colombus, GA)   
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