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The Day The Seeds Fell
The blue sky yawned
And out they came
As the mortal hoard
Looked for blame
It's us! It's them!
It's God's fair hand
His silence broken
To make a stand!
Some cowered. Some ran
Some stood in awe
As tears of seeds
Filled Earth's floor
For exactly 6 hours
The seeds were sown
For the 7th
Time stood alone
Leaves stopped in flutter
...Friday 20th August 2021 12:29 am
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