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Trees stand there
like dummies lifeless
as if painted on a dead canvas.
People come out of
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Oh how the whip cracks at the end, I was waiting for the thunder after a lightening, not knowing when or how it would come
satisfy his greed, how man has extended the seasons to his own peril The perils man brought for himself out of greed are brought out nicely. Thank you for a nice poem after quite some time.
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8/13/2025 8:09:42 PM # 1.0.0
Maybe something tied to the pressures of being superior on a human scale. However, I do find myself reading this as more of a life-affirming observation that adds even more essence to existence.