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Its Orphans Dead
The future blocked,
by words unsaid
The pasture torn,
its furrows bled
The future blocked,
by words unsaid
The present cries
-its orphans dead
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
by words unsaid
The pasture torn,
its furrows bled
The future blocked,
by words unsaid
The present cries
-its orphans dead
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
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Its Orphans Dead
Its Orphans Dead