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Parched Earth.
On through the hours,the sun screams heat
to suck all life from thirsting earth.
For summer's measure is all too sweet.
Now nature's brush shows tips of gold
to paint upon the weary green.
Saddening trees too soon now loose,
the leaves that should still gleam.
Quiet they fall from sun bleached bough
to lie beside the mother's feet.
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