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The insights and pondering of a farmer.
Thursday, 18 August 2011
New each morning
Through misty dawn
And snow capped mountain peaks,
So I am drawn
To wilderness that speaks,
And through it all
The ever rising sun,
New each morning,
Gone by dusk.
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