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Dec 2012
I wonder what would happen
if they opened their
Eyes, so tightly closed
shut to the
World that we see-
to the colors and waves
Of beauty in the
corn that rises without
Fail each year when the warmth
comes back home.
Would it make any difference?
Could they even see it right?
Emily Reardon
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