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Drowning in the Drought

Drowning in the Drought

 

At times I drip with poetry

The words simply pour out of me

A flow it seems no dam could ever stop

 

Until, I’m drowning in the drought

A flood of tears and mere self-doubt

That withers, in the barn, my finest crop.

 

17.1.2020

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