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Oct 2013
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Cornacopia
A living, breathing garden
Our small planet is

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Why mother earth, why?
Show so much patience and love
to those that hurt you?

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Garden, lush with life
Flourish, living library
This planet, our home

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If she had the chance
Forgiveness would not suffice
The things we’ve done
Would be quite difficult to
Understand, earth simply smiles

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Is the wind my friend?
Blow, blow! Bring me Seasons
And to others, death
Ocho the Owl
Written by
Ocho the Owl  Santa Barbara
(Santa Barbara)   
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