Leo W

August 28th
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They look like drops of sunlight
These tiny yellow seeds
I take them with me everywhere
And plant them when I need

Some say I shouldn’t need them
But they haven’t seen my brain
"Your prospects are so rosy,
You’d be foolish to complain!"

I shake the pan ‘til gold appears
They marvel at its sheen
I guess they missed the hours I spent
Crying in the stream
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