Your Winding Stream
J
James McLain
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all slowly meandering past
over grown trees.
beautifully plumaged birds
free gazing down.
laughter leaves a small wake
that trails behind.
I am etching making my way
through our Eden.
c.e.mcl.~~~22~12~08
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