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See AllWhat the injured moth don't know, As I pluck him from the ground; Is whether I am friend or foe, As I move him safe and sound; But what the hungry bird has learned, As he watches from his tree; Tha
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Row of cedars along an old and rocky drive, Beneath clouds from which rain trickles; the peace for which we strive #poetry #micropoetry #poem #cedars #drive #peace #strive #rain #trickles #rocky
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