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| Weeds grow where wheat once proudly stood |
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| Intricately tiled domes succumb, a dark mysterious wood. |
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| The weathervane spins but no one looks |
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| a black cat watches the laundry dry |
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| And idled soldiers wet their lines |
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| Achilles remains unfocused… why? |
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| The Occupation 5/27/2015 mixed media |
