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Grassland
hinterlands intact,
forests not a hell,
grass not wheat,
soft cold rain fell
heavens doing what
open clear skies do,
pilgrims of sunlight,
days honestly new
no forever anymore,
now the foe is time,
some end's in sight,
verses don't rhyme
tarnished the sward,
ox-skulls bleaching,
toll paid for a blind,
low, over-reaching
truths die...
Monday 3rd May 2021 11:10 am
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