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Mar 31
The serenity of wheat
sways in the sun so sweet
I walk in peace
on the golden fleece
that bends beneath my feet

As I lean against this tree
I feel so close to thee
This kiss of gold
has taken hold
and won’t let go of me
Tom D
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