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Nov 2014
Thine locks,
like flocks,
of auburn birds on wing...

They speak,
unmeek,
for every living thing...

They say,
their way,
and silently they sing...

Of life,
and rife,
with beauty they doth bring.
Clinton Arneson
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Clinton Arneson  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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