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Dec 2014
The shadows that grow from the forest that knows
Stretch to the ends where the water flows
The creatures that hide from the reapers glance
The features that provide attractions to dance
Where in the green do the roots have dreams
Without being trimmed and left is free
It starts in the middle answering the riddle
On your own outside of the bubble
Outside of the books, the leaves of the day
Starting with seeds, spring no delay
Matt Kavan
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Matt Kavan  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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