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I KNOW THESE WOODS

I know these woods

I know these woods

Where spider and daffodil make a home

Where ants weave a path

Through abandoned leaves

Where silence is rampant

And the breeze is seen

Through tingling leaves

Where I can go

And ring my mind

In the soft spell of time

I

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Categorized as Poems

By Timmy Conway

By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician By nature a Poet

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