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| John Caddy's Morning Earth September 2005 We all are fawns sometimes, awkward and alone. Unsure is fawn, legs too long, ears tilting to each sound. A swirl of leaf will start a run, but back the fawn will come, sniff the leaves and learn not everything that moves will harm. Remember knobby knees? Fawn will have no memories of mirrors never seen. Fawn still wakes within us when we fear for all the gangly young. |
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| created by Fawn4_ 09/28/07 |
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