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Steve

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Birds calling to me

As clouds pass overhead

Sweet nature lovingly caresses

The gentle flowing stream

The swaying blades of grass

Even the wayward sound of faraway

Lost and forgotten noise of

Traffic and civilization

She combines her song with that of

The robin-the aural orchestra

Storms may leave her ravaged

Fires may leave her barren

But still she stands proud


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