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Sep 2019
When the earth was one
many moons ago
Open lands
Unspoiled ground
Fresh flowing streams
Survival in the circle of life a necessity
Earth spinner slower
Thoughts were as one
Mother Earth pure
Carnival clowns and shamans
Magical music
Instincts pure
Life was short and pure
Written by
Yz Doo
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