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davebonta.com | ||
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morningporch.com
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| | | | | Clear at dawn. A pale slice of moon in the treetops, and below, the ethereal song of a hermit thrush. | |
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www.phoeniciapublishing.com
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| | | | | poems by Dave Bonta | |
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morningporch.com
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| | | | | A snow flurry turns into a squall, and all the birds fall silent-even the Cooper's hawk. The ground is white in minutes: an onion snow. | |
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jttwissel.com
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| | | Jan ... JT Twissel | ||
