Here but a moment,
no time to light on laurels—
fly until you die.
Here but a moment,
no time to light on laurels—
fly until you die.
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NATIVE HARMONIES: ranch poems






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That should be an anthem for us all.
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Thanks. Though seemingly contrary to human nature, a glance at Mother Nature underlines our differences, or what we do with our advanced brains.
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Existentialist . . .
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