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Aug 2017
windflowers
stand up
straight
upon the
hills of glory
some purple and red
some green and gold
so alive
this time
oh
what beauty
we possess
as
we sparkle
underneath
the
silent sun
brings
the
scent of
the
windflowers
one by one
Written by
Stu Harley
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