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The Cottonwood Poet
Poems are much like cottonwood seeds,
Filling the air as they float in the breeze.
We hope our efforts find fertile soil
And our seeds take root, rewarding our toil.
Exposed and vulnerable, they may never land
Or they may be clutched in a grateful hand.
We send them by faith, our deepest expressions
Hoping they land and yield fruitful impressions.
Keep sowing your seed, write on lovely poets!
You may plant a cottonwood, mighty and stoic!
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Tom Valles
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