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Jul 2014
Cool breezes are blowing
up the Nottely this morning.
The chestnuts whisper
to the sumacs
something about sacredness
& deep in the forest,
where not many travel,
I hear them
trading stories
about Indian wars
& the Frenchmen.
It leaves me wondering
how much blood flowed
in that little creek down yonder.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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