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Sep 2012
Open World,

Birds here and there,

Waves crashing on the still-laying sand,

A forest in the mountains,

A lake in an open field,

A stream crawling with life,

A river, with it's many turns and flows leading to,

An open pond with it's muddy banks,

In the distance, A busy city calls,

But I do not answer,

For I am already talking with the open world.
Written by
Jamie Taylor Holt
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