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Apr 2017
When did we call become so

Infuriated by the rain
and the sunshine

Impatient to run
and wait in line

Insecure of space
and empty time

In days where the end
was made by the farmer's hand
pinching the flame out

There were only rows
the sun and rain made
over a season grow
Written by
Derek DM  40/M/Karlsruhe
       Enyo, ---, ---, Ryan Holden, Patrick and 6 others
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