Saturday, April 18, 2020
Numbers Are Cruel.. Comments
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behind my back it thunders every evening,
as tropical clime thirsty since mid morning,
sometimes lightening run through towers,
mother earth has bath with her offspring
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8/4/2025 8:36:27 AM # 1.0.0
Behind black thunder and every evening a thirsty and tropical clime thirsty morning whispers. The natural act amazes mind entirely. Tear roll down on streets. This poem is very amazingly and brilliantly penned.