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Jul 2013
Hope comes in a bird's sweet song
as he soars along.
Hope comes in the rain
tapping against the window pain.
Hope comes in the breeze
gently rustling through the trees.
Hope comes in the sunrise array.
Signaling a fresh new day.
Hope is reflected in a butterfly,
full of life and floats to the sky.
Hope is heard
through an encouraging word.
Hope is shown through a friend,
with a laugh and smile that will never end.
Ann M Johnson
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Ann M Johnson  Minnesota ( A Small Pop?)
(Minnesota ( A Small Pop?))   
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