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Jan 2020
Sun heats my mood
burns my flesh
dries my eyes
shrivels flora

Drives my thirst for wicked rain
to crash through angry clouds
pummel my body, earth all around me
dwell in forests
sniff damp air
sense water droplets
on velvet leaves
linger, respect, savor
Betty H
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