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Wasteland

By Richard Mather



The wasteland grows

barren.

Dry tongues

of grass g(r)asp for water.


Dusty chaff spark hot

flame.

Throw on water,

throw on water, water.


Summers pass. Heat

comes in waves,


bakes the land


dries up the wasteland


grows barren.








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