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Aug 2021
A blue sky, as a backdrop,
From up high, Hanging down,
Behind, the leafless trees,
The rays of the sun,
Provide, heat, and light,
To warm my skin, for my eyes to see,
The third day, in this month of March,
As I glance at the calendar, next to me,
Still the season of winter,
The buds slowly, start rising, on tree branches,
Waiting to be next seasons, leaves,
Looking out my window, to the west,
Across the old, Junction City, Glenridge,
Coal mine pond, The beauty of nature,
As for as my eyes, can see.

                                           The Original ; Tom Maxwellยฉ 3/3/2021 AD
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The Original Tom Maxwell  66/M/Junction City, Ill
(66/M/Junction City, Ill)   
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