when i sing she doesn't care;
when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
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Monday, March 31, 2014
I am earth
I am earth, earth My heart's love Bursts with hay and flowers. I am a lake of blue air In which my own appointed place Field and valley Stand reflected.
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