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Nov 2015
Barren,
Open,
Plain,

No water,
No life,
No rain,

A cracked ground,
A dry river,
An old borehole,

Is this my life?
What's wrong with me?
This drought by itself,
Shall **** us all.
Written by
Beatrice Prior  Gaborone, Botswana
(Gaborone, Botswana)   
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