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<><><><><><> Along the fence horses trot The leafy shadows slowly turn I look up from a steaming *** A world ripe with unconcern Wild grasses bent with dew And every bird's askew feather I push into the grey-pink sky This is mountain weather
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
Mountain Weather
<><><><><><> Along the fence horses trot The leafy shadows slowly turn I look up from a steaming *** A world ripe with unconcern Wild grasses bent with dew And every bird's askew feather I push into the grey-pink sky This is mountain weather
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
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