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My Peace

November 5, 2013
By LynneaMiller GOLD, Middleburgh, New York
LynneaMiller GOLD, Middleburgh, New York
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Cerulean, as the sad ocean,
Where pure rain, in beauty falls.
Where birds float and flutter in the mist,
And fresh-baled hay fills young lungs.
This is where,
Vroman’s nose watches from above.
Natural things you see,
Are little pieces of me.



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