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";Far away,"; said the matriarch,
";I once heard from the tongue of a lark
of golden days
of bow and drum
and of men who chased.
Now they come in rags of greed,
no regard for our dignity.";
She began to dream
and the wind did rage
and the forest cried
";Run away,"; she told him then,
";Find a place to hide from them.";
Far away from behind a tree
came a sound to defy the peace
and the son went down
quietly in a pool of reeds
";Of Bow And Drum";
Monday, May 6, 1996
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