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Oct 2013
Gone are my friends,
The red panda, is now sleeping,
The snow monkeys have moved
Lower, down on white mountain
And the trees have disrobed for bed,
I walk through the snow and hear
The icicles growing in the wind,
Around the bend I meet a new friend,
A shining, secret waterfall.
Seán Mac Falls
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Seán Mac Falls  Éire
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