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Hear Her Cry

lucky man who lives with frog ponds below,

searches for where the giant rivers flow,

fields of grass mixed with streams of man,

nature’s undoing in the palm of his hands.

When will the sorrow of our fair sister die,

when will he listen and hear her cry,

plea she does and deaf ears pay

all that’s good withers away.

~brad meyers

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