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If I were a thistle seed
Floating
Questing
A safe place
Good earth
To make a new
Home
I would fear landing
A patch of desert
Or a wild river
In flood
After a seldom rain
But she
Has not my fears
Just takes
What comes
Makes her best of it
Sept. 23 2012
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