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    The choice / by howard c holbert with leaves like golden teardrops they quake in the wind.giving us a sign winter is soon to begin. Standing on the edge of a cliff there I see,the golden teardrop aspen leaves reminding me. Of the still small voice that has given me a choice to embrace my brother and mountain and valley of gold.

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    The choice / by howard c holbert with leaves like golden teardrops they quake in the wind.giving us a sign winter is soon to begin. Standing on the edge of a cliff there I see,the golden teardrop aspen leaves reminding me. Of the still small voice that has given me a choice to embrace my brother and mountain and valley of gold.

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    the choice / by howard c holbert

    with leaves like golden teardrops they quake in the wind.giving us a sign winter is soon to
    begin.high on the mountain as i gaze in valleys of pine,the golden aspen stands out as if to shout look at
    me,look at me.cool mountain air i breath in and gaze at the golden aspens again and again. standing on the
    edge of a cliff there i see,the golden teardrop aspen leaves reminding me. of the still small voice that has
    given me a choice to embrace my brother and mountain and valley of gold.

    Submitted: 9/18/2007, 12:37 PM


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