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Sep 2020
In the end,
the result is death.
After the seed is planted,
after the roots grow deep,
and the beauty blossoms
out of the dirt;
After days of standing
in the pouring rain
and the shining sun.
Written by
Derrick Cox  New York
(New York)   
     Skylar and Eshwara Prasad
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