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Carved through endless millenia
Hanging valleys and finger lakes,
Kettle holes, eskers and drumlins
Are what the moving glacier makes
Plucking, shearing rocks from their beds
Grinding stone channels with debris
Its hard to believe such power is dying
But what can I do, what can we?
Vibrant and dynamic these dinosaurs
Lower limbs plastic and flowing
But melti...
Thursday 30th July 2020 10:44 am
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