farms await bony hands of want

land thirsty for full bodied Love

what strength is needed to grow the maize

whilst shadows roam streets in haze

leaves like notes blow across ferocious Falls

how long can darkness juggle its balls

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balls of the clown are tired of work

calm Falls continue their crystal splash cries

shadows between trees rustle like hungry

beggars

maize aromas ripe fill air for inhalation

yellow Earth bursts fiery gore

hands of farmworkers touch Lushness of Lore


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