Rich In Love
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James McLain
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Watching free from thought.
Remember all the leaves.
From the branches
where they fell.
The moving branches are.
I have sight of one.
Around the water hole.
One hunts and I.
The grass is green,
some leaves are brown.
I sit up in the tree.
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