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The Woodland Goddess

The Woodland Goddess Thy mystic news from out the Invisible Would save all men, were they but content to dwell In lowly station, proud to share the power That shapes the world in secret, hour by hour. Her rosy fingers touched the ancient words And lo! they quivered with the ecstasy Of crimson bloom, sun-glances, caroling birds, On forested green island waking into glee. R.J. Lindley, April 17th, 1973

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Date: 5/28/2016 4:40:00 PM
One word... Tahiti! I want to be in Moorea or Bora Bora now. How could you make my feet to itch? Well done!
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