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JD Harold Nov 2017
It's very depressing to live where it's not cold. Because sometimes I really don't feel at home. I don't feel the warmth of the sun has something welcoming. Rather the lack of rain around these parts makes it feel so foreboding. But with friends and family I feel a bit of Hope I truly don't feel alone.
I'm going to do something experimental and that's to write a poem or rather speak of the poem through my spoken thoughts on to this voice recognizing thing that's that typing out whatever I'm saying right now and it's actually very accurate surprisingly. The downside of this whole voice recognizing thing is that I literally need to interrupt Myself by saying things like, like I actually have to say the word comma. Anyway, onto the actual poem

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