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*Fickle Silver Maples lie forlorn in the - stillness of Noon , melancholy belles that change - their sullen tune by the belated , crosswind steamy Georgia afternoon Dandelion sprinkled prairie of home , bordered in thick , red clay trenches , kudzu covered period homesteads , Spring peach and pecan orchards drenched in wild , unabated orchid and coneflower Sweetgum cones rattle in nightfalls cooling breeze without respite , riverstone retaining walls , whitewashed barns and gravel drives , Bantam hens perch Live Oak branches along flint , cobblestone pathways*
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May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
Silver Ladies ...
*Fickle Silver Maples lie forlorn in the - stillness of Noon , melancholy belles that change - their sullen tune by the belated , crosswind steamy Georgia afternoon Dandelion sprinkled prairie of home , bordered in thick , red clay trenches , kudzu covered period homesteads , Spring peach and pecan orchards drenched in wild , unabated orchid and coneflower Sweetgum cones rattle in nightfalls cooling breeze without respite , riverstone retaining walls , whitewashed barns and gravel drives , Bantam hens perch Live Oak branches along flint , cobblestone pathways*
Copyright May 9 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
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