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Sep 2021
woodland / hissing stream,
it's cold / horses exhale steam,
you
slumber underdawn,
you stir—the sun—the rattle of spurs:
once upon the land was pure
once upon the land was pure
Norman Crane
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Norman Crane  Canada
(Canada)   
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