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Lingering on the bridge of Atlanta's Chattahoochee
in the still peace of a clear indian summer night;
I hesitate, mesmerized by the beautiful horizon
each shimmer of moonbeam on water, dancing light.
Too often, people take Mother Nature for granted
to Her, we owe apology, respect and more green;
boomerangs we are, always reaping what we sow
I know She's especially generous from this scene!
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