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One In Ten
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Along the way of a Summer day
Stretched beauties of sky and land
But nine of ten of passing folk
Just passed on in a hurry
Or didn't see or hear either bird or flower
And the tenth of ten was I.
But I could not pass the land and sky
For each tree and bloom and weed
Wove into rhythms of pure pleasure
That seemed to answer my call;
And so I stayed and wrote this down
For the other nine folk to read.
08 21 2018
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