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Mar 2017
The warm weather, and flowers growing looking up to there giant kin.


Hidden the sight, of man from nature's un harvested beauty.


It's the queen of the forest, as you set next to the trunk.


You now cant, see as your sensations hear and feel smells of a nearing skunk.

Calm, you our with the queen changing the animals direction.
Of a forest scene.
Written by
Timothy hill  Ny
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