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Apr 2015
They pick melons
in green vined-fields
as far as the eye can see
because no one else will do it.
And some eating melon,
think life is easy.
I pass no judgment,
only excrement,
spitting seeds.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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