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Oct 2019
that moves me along
When my legs are pinned
his wings are strong
He howls through
the trees
I drip as the dew
by a scant breeze
when morning comes new

He’s the earth
that catches my drip
He can give birth
from one little sip
what springs up is a blade
that grows in the sun
to provide earth its shade
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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