Beating Down The Weeds
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Reigning happily in my sixties state of mind.
Singing together, finding one another in amazed beauty, sojournly beating down weeds standing in the way of harmonic melodies.
Stepping up a mountain, living and breathing in the purified atmosphere.
Clarifying all reasons of earth, living on ledges, looking down and out into the skies.
Clouds floating by, giving clues in their pictures as they pass us, going to unknown destinations.
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