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I'm growing old. God don't plant in straight rows, And weeds won't hear my temperate pleas. But harvest comes, wailing like a freight train. I thrive in the ghost town I built. Regret crowds the crosswalks. I wait for you. Hurry.

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Written by

olivia-frederick

Tennessee

For You?

Written by

olivia-frederick

Tennessee

Published: Oct 2, 2014
LinesWords: 841

Notes: 9/26/2014
Tags: #garden #waiting #youth #growth #city #rictameter #hurry #gettingold

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