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Aug 2010
Thundering on,
thundering
and thundering
on
the charge of spring
is begun,
riding over the plains
in a feast of virginal
and tender life;

vibrating and vibrating
with no stone
left unturned -


every space of goodness
in creation
fermenting
into abundance
and fresh, fresh
breathtaking
greener than green
growth.
Written by
john oconnell
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