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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
Friday 17th January 2020 6:13 am
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