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Oct 2009
Love is not always something you feel, but something you see.
Like the grace and beauty of the mountains.
The tall green and elegant trees.
The motionless stance of the prairie land.
The hustle and bustle of the city, lights large and far as eyes can see.
The old among the new, brings wonders to me.
The "AW" of the land that meets the sea.
The combination of all, holds everything together in peace.
We are all a great family.
Live and let live for our children to see.
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Written by
Anne Cameron
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