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Apr 2017
See how the farmer waits
for hisΒ Β crop to sprout,
for spring rain to fall,
and for autumn harvest.
So you must too,
wait
Your seeds are being planted.
Know your happiness,
because darling,
you need nothing
but patience.
Or better yet, call it hope.
Natizonal Poetry Month Day 17.
Laura Slaathaug
Written by
Laura Slaathaug  North Dakota
(North Dakota)   
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