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Jul 2018
Till the soil.
Leave a diamond on the burial mound.
Reap the harvest
when conscience becomes
the proving ground.
A cubicle birthright,
misgivings and
burnt piano strings
in a paper sack.
Hand in hand get lost at sea,
and see the way of life
for the other half.
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VDL  34/M
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