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Jan 2013
I feel it rising my friend,
This joy vaulting up through my stomach
For life
For passion
Thank you for your courage
From one small town
Across the world
The people will here the words cried from the mouths of the trees
And we will remember
The joy
The peace
Of a time when we all were indian
When we all were human.
Azlynn Jane Andrews
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