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8:02 PM
Ryan Ankeny
Wait, breeze blowing Seedheads dance their stilted jigYesterdays life blood blows across the groundRaked into piles after gently falling down Stop, squirrels scurryHoarding mast for winters freeze Berries ripen as robins bite themCarried aloft on autumns breeze
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