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Howling Cherokee Winds
{Howling Cherokee Winds}
The howling cherokee
winds that was blowing
through the mountain
tops down to the rivery
meadows below as the
night moon shadows
was reflecting off the
rivery meadows as the
birds was nesting for
the night the mountain
valley meadows was
silent but the only thing
that you could hear was
the longing of the howling
of th...
Saturday 7th July 2018 6:19 pm
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