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Drought, a thousand suns
come and gone to scorch the thirsty earth
never one day's good long soaking rain.
Reading signs, today'll scorch again.
I'll never fully understand
God's plan.
Guilt, I couldn't hold on any more
where grandad lived before - it's broke me to the core
So I'll move on
begin again.

By tony parsons

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