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sound poem
May 13, 2009
One crisp morning I was
out hunting. As I sat
On top of the ridge there
was only the sounds
of the morning waking
up the creak of the trees
the rustle of the wind. The
sound of birds chirping in
their nests and the
sweet sound of silence.
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