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The Prairies Flush
The Prairies Flush
David J Walker
The colors flowed from his own brush
The prairie flush in scented and sacred hues
The earth tones framed in the deepest blues
Of an unrelenting evening sky
Always changing
Nonchalantly rearranging
Always in the eye
of the artist
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