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Sandra S. McRae<\/h1>\n

Timing<\/span><\/h2>\n

Just as I pull into my mother\u2019s driveway
\nand step out of the car,
\nhundreds of wild geese
\nfly by overhead,
\nlaboring the air,
\nhonking and squalling,
\nannouncing my place
\nin the family of things.<\/p>\n

\n

Sandra S. McRae <\/span><\/strong>cannot get enough of life’s sweet, tender moments (www.WordsRunTogether.com<\/a>).<\/em><\/p>\n

\n

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