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8 Line Poems I watched the seed, the little dot
as I laid it low within the solid ground
Awaiting to reap the treasures we'd sow
As recent years had failed to bring harvest.
So as I cut the barley and sheered the corn
I'd lie to myself, pretend this year was fine,
The dross in my head started to clear,
As I found new hope within the falling of the rains.
