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RepercussionsIn simple words I tried to say
I couldn't find a clear way;
Like leaves tied up in a bouquet,
If try to grasp they slip away.
How do I want it here or nay?
Wouldn't you leave if asked to stay?
You run alone, you are not prey
Your sight is deaf, my words go grey.
Should reasons now struggle to stay?
Devoid of base and white of stain
Smudged off well a call in vain,
What hope was here to go away?
Proudly seeks your subtle stay
The world flatt'd down a fool can say
You walk around, you feel okay
Inside but shards and can't sit straight.
I wish you came to my embrace
And time went too along our pace
Will dreams come true or go a
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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