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Sep 2016
Sun
The dawn crept silent,
as the evening packed its things.

Steadily blooming gold,
errant clouds where struck ablaze.

Smiling fiercely,
the sun greets the day.
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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