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Jul 2016
Twilight rests on Mother Nature's cheek,
Storm clouds slowly fade away,
Lily pads hold hands in the pond,
Awake, the feared animal begins its prowl,
While the ocean settles its dispute with the sand.
Peter Joe DiPilato
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Peter Joe DiPilato
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