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Nov 2015
The land is dry and infertile.
The rivers and stream share the same fate.
This will mean the death of our people
Unless we can find some escape.
So we pack our belongings
And take one last look at our homes.
Leave what food we can for the elderly
And set out for the unknown.
Jeff Barnes
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Jeff Barnes  New York
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