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Jul 2014
The piedmont basks in the glow
of yet another morning star rising.

Robins join in with a chorus of warblers,
chipmunks chase tails,
herons sift through the sand,
and the dew veil is lifted.

O My Sweet Lord,
it's great to be alive
in this sacred land.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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