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Evening meadow in November Glowing in sun's golden ember Wind whispers in the grasses Kestral screeching as he passes Giant storm clouds in the distance But above my head the sky is clear Birds singing in persistance Calling for the attention of my ear

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Published: Apr 14, 2012
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