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The Corn
The corn grows tall, side by side,
Crowded in the fertile ground.
It stands and waits and cannot hide;
Tomorrow men will cut it down.
Monday 23rd June 2014 4:14 am
The Wind Sweeps In
The wind sweeps in to turn the leaves,
for no reason other than it can.
The leaves can't reckon or understand,
why the wind would want them upside down.
Sunday 22nd June 2014 8:51 am
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