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This Cursed LandSun dried and baked a thousand times This cursed land is hell itself. Nothing grows, but starvation, In this ill forgotten place. Hungry faces stare openly To them their day is an never-ending torture The empty bowls are turned upside down As if in solitude... B... Copywrited UK Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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