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Mar 2016
Wind it blows
Smiling
Running through outstretched
Hands
Waving to a visitor
The young man
Listens
Sun beaming down
In the forest we call
Park
James Walker
Written by
James Walker  28/M/USA
(28/M/USA)   
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