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Aug 2014
To the horizon hides the dusk, sunrise Easternly brazen surmounts
a squirrel scurrying limbs, the atmosphere laughs at the grass dewy,
disappearing  night critters hurry to hide down holes,
in day light tombs-whilst
heart shaped leaves warm,
the loam refreshed,
by the newly birthed
morn.
wordvango
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       aivustianumus, RuthAnne, --- and r
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