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Sandhill Cranes

In the mist of the Platte River Valley
wild cranes are flying.

In the midst of Nebraska farmland
wild cranes are flying.

In the Midwesten sky in March
wild cranes are flying.

BirdsSuzi PeelSeptember 11, 2014
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