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The World at Two Miles an Hour

On an August afternoon mowing a large patch of grass, all around me barn swallows are swooping, diving, snap rolling, feasting on insects stirred up by my mower. As I pass one sitting on the top wire of our fence, our blue eyes meet in mutual admiration.

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Date: 10/16/2021 5:01:00 AM
Welcome to the Soup Don. I enjoyed reading your poem. Cheers Anne :-)
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Date: 10/16/2021 4:16:00 AM
I think you will like it here, Don, let me know if you have any questions...Jim
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Date: 10/16/2021 4:09:00 AM
Makes me smile, Don! have watched Dragonflies do similar!
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