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Jun 2013
Though callused and bruised they are,
My bare feet gently graze
Silk leaves of grass,
As foot by foot
Takes stride by stride
& gingerly brushes over every blade.

Iā€™m no preaching bishop,
Nor crying martyr,
But I pray
The joy of walking barefoot
On a lively green horizon
Is never forgot.
Tyler Brooks
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Tyler Brooks
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   Liam, spysgrandson, --- and K Mae
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