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D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

Benefits

Wildflowers on sandstone
Roses in a field
Water with kindness
Behold— the yield.
 
Clouds cry with blessings
For the plants, they must grow
So all under heaven
Benefit.— You Know?
 
JE Falcon
08-03-2018

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