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Sep 2012
Like the fruit, rooted into the belly of the stream,
Which flows with life, under the radiate sun;
Never to spoil, nor bitter to the tongue.
Pays no heed to the frozen winds, for not a crack
In the trunk, snap of a branch, nor the
Silent fall of a single leaf.
Beckelhimer
Written by
Beckelhimer  Winston Salem, NC
(Winston Salem, NC)   
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