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Sep 2015
He will stand there
and will not move
the mouse squeaks
from a hidden grove
the crow caws
and the sheep bleat
hoping that he
won't pick them to eat
the sky shivers
and rain comes down
and starts to hide
in the ground
though in some places
concrete is there
the rain cannot hide
help or care
the tree cannot be nurtured
the animals cannot feed
the man will soon be hungry
and food he will need
but there is none left
none to be found
he destroyed it all
when he covered the ground
kattrinsart
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kattrinsart  24/F/somewhere in the UK
(24/F/somewhere in the UK)   
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