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Colours Rush
Colours rush,
Landscape lush,
Circles swirling soft.
Flashing by,
Singing sigh,
Through the windows waft.
White sheep bleat,
Cool cows eat,
Horses stand and stare.
We all smile,
Ride in style,
Wind is in our hair.
Joy Weare.
23rd April, 2005.
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