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Sep 2014
In this light,
I can see the spirit
of happiness.
No darkness-
in fact, I have gone
away from darkness.
I seen some green pasture.
There were too many weeds
along that trail-
no way! I cannot grow
seeds with busy grounds.
It is the pasture across the way-
yes, over there are wanted seeds.
I see dead seeds
the seeds which were planted
are now uprooted by
Your own weeds you let grown.
Samuel Lombardo
Written by
Samuel Lombardo  Orlando, Florida
(Orlando, Florida)   
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