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Jan 2014
have you ever lay in a field
in the middle of summer
with the emerald ribbons
caressing your bronzed skin
as you gaze up into that lonely sky
no clouds nor planes to blemish it's clarity
the sounds of a rippling stream
and rustling leaves in a light summer breeze
dancing in your ears?
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