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Donald P. Goodman III
Version 1.0 (08 May 1201)
Not as the deer pursues the quiet spring
through deepest woods, his bitter thirst to slake;
nor as the bees, their nectar for to make,
must seek for flowers, ever taking wing;
no, not as trees their branches outward fling
of warm life-giving rays to best partake
and their competitors to better break,
now starving in the shade their branches bring;
No, more as rain and soil, e'er mingling,
cool moisture falling on the arid ground
which holds the seeds of life, and watering
that soil makes life and happiness abound.
It's not just that my better half I've found;
it's that my good and yours are ever bound.
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