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A Walk in Paso Nogal Park

Paean to Mt. Diablo

September 23, 2013-1

When the mist is on the mountain, Then the dew drops to the vale; There I will be wondering, What is my thrall? When the cloud rests on the mountain, Then the dew rises to the sky; There I will be asking, Why God? Oh Why? When the dew spreads on the mountain, Then the mist sleeps on the hills; There I will be thanking, For the joy that life fills.

Copyright 2013, David M. Sherr

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