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Call it morning driving
through the sound of
in and out the valley.

—Yes

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Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me.

—Psalm 23:4

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We say
that even though it's nice
to be on the mountaintop,
we going back
to the valley.

—Fred Hampton

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Poem: Valley

Poem: Valley Song

Poem: Our Valley

Poem: In the Valley of Cauteretz

Poem: A Lizard in Spanish Valley

Poem: Roses, Late Summer

Poem: White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field

Poem: A Cure of Souls

Poem: Telescope

Bear Valley

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