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Jul 2016
The Man
Everyday, he would go
into the fields.
Stare into the sun, and
Ask it why?
The sun would not reply.
Like a perplexed mannequin, it stared back at
The man.
Jordan N Dingle
Written by
Jordan N Dingle
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   ---, Stephan, cgembry, mikecccc and SPT
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