she soft
me hardly here
at all

she lies
in the field
and I

ask a simple question
of myself

about the planting
of "seed"

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about water
about "love" and "life"

i see too many
don't do a thing

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she soft
me hardly more
than something  "contrived"

written by a poet
crazed

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all the words combine
is it a poem or the path to hell?

sometimes I think
aint no-one can tell!

sometimes i think
no-one gives a damn

except for maybe
me, myself