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Mossy bank

The moss still grows
where trees once shaded,
Bright green cushions
emerald in the sun.
Gems of finest water
Calming,gentle
soft as womans' hands.
Pine trees gone,
No more  shade
no more dominate.
Foxglove spires,
purple now
bloom again
calm the heart as
bright green cushions,
where trees  shaded
bright green cushions
emeralds in the sun
soft as womans' hands
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
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