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Mar 2016
He's tainted more than me
He's tainted my trees
The place I always felt at easy

Now in the woods what will I hear
Will it be the sounds of the animals and birds in my ears
Or will it be that day's sound that in my head is seared
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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   Vanessa Gatley
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