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Sep 2020
A farm have
to sweep but
no *** no lawn
rake, wheelbarrow
gone to promenade,
And the cloud is
forming rain and
pouring, the soil is
wetted, seeds
are on hand to
spread
all on papers to
work like pen
And, flying birds
are crying and
insects yammering
for no one to leg up
Our poetry club is dying
Safana
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Safana  27/M
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   Cloudydaze and Sushant
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