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Tread gently on the greenful sod
Beneath it sighs the whispering bog
And under that the strange and fragile god
Stands gleaming in the open air
The wind blows wildley
And stirs the heather
The insects hum to the bright born sun
So tread gently thru the bogs .
Mel x
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