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The Pond Nestled there amoung the trees This misty morning mirror Reflects a gosamer, golden gleam When rising sun rays near. Then whispers hiding in the trees Decend upon the scene. To harvest to an unknown need And whisk the surface clean. Another day, another dream. |
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