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Jun 30
old friends laugh as I drown
in a dry river bed,
and when they offer hands,
I ask for rain instead,
and when it does not fall,
I crawl to the near shore,
**** on shards of dry grass,
and claw the earth for more
Written by
Eric M Hale  50/M/West Deptford, NJ
(50/M/West Deptford, NJ)   
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