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Jun 2016
windflowers
stand up
straight
upon the
hills of glory
some
purple red
some
green and gold
so alive
this time
oh
what beauty
we possess
as
we sparkle
underneath
the
silent sun
brings
the
scent of
the
windflowers
one by one
Written by
Stu Harley
594
       Emily B, Timothy H and ---
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