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Andrew
Poems
May 2021
Beside a stream
every inch of earth and more
i long to touch and love and know;
like dusk the quiet fingers hold
the nervous children laughing.
sleet, too wet for a bird's feather
drowned the cold sound of dawn;
now quiet only the sun shines
golden rays through hairy pines
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