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Oakville Indian Mounds 5k
A memory of years long past
A haunt some called a sacred place
‘Twas here a daughter learned to race
She’d start off slow and finish fast
Those afterburners on full blast
Around those mounds, a place to base
a memory
My grandchild, from the same mold cast
Now on this course, her best time graced
One cheered, one ran, both beaming faced
And in so doing, they’ve amassed
a memory
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another rondine: (R a) b b a a b R a b b a R
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Jeff Kyser
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