Archive for September 28th, 2014
Echo
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that echo
of a bird call
sounds so far away
yet prominent
in the predawn silence
that almost defines
this time of day
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*this* John W. Hays' take on things and experiences
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.
that echo
of a bird call
sounds so far away
yet prominent
in the predawn silence
that almost defines
this time of day
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.