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Oct 2016
The rich brown
soil clutches
at the earth
the bare trees
splintered wood
waiting in the gloom
the birds singing
in a hum
worthy tune
the pitchy
clashing with rock
with a little painted boat
wrenching from an ocean's
cold lock
the scene
coming together
like a drumming band
that creates a sight seeing
painted land
and what a perfection
for all it's
Kaila Sullivan
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Kaila Sullivan  Arizona
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