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Feb 2017
See, below the hill
trees sway in even's breath
red poppies underfoot.
A beautiful scene, seen long ago, when flowers still grew wild on my fathers land.
Christian Bixler
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Christian Bixler  25/M/Colombus, GA
(25/M/Colombus, GA)   
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   Pamela Rae
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