Spring rains seep into
Winter’s sullen crevices
Summer fills them up
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Grazing time again
Whoever said summer
Was feast or famine?
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My trail mind wanders
Whenever life gets crazy
Rough terrain tames me
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They are wild and beautiful things
Aw, highshelf. I bet you say that to all the girlz. 😉