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May 2016
Oh I store my food like
The hummingbird
Living 'neath a hawks
Radial safety

I throw caution to the wind
But not without observing
The chances of survival
Should I take this opportunity...
Not without
the careful consideration
I've thrown humanly to the wind

I am not the United States
I am the mountains
We are all seasonal things.
I'm still shaking March from my shoulders.
Rose
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