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Ya Passed


Land of Rain

I was at his need.
So ill with rain, there is -- that -- answer of boss.
I give candor because of your trouble with me.

Forested impulses to home,
Ample epicenter of vision.
Pan arcs reeds to reply.


Land of Cane

You will dreams of authenticity --
Not to strangle happiness but to attract life.
Giving sons their family, bring trees to thrive.

Pleasant raven drafts,
Grim orphans left with peace.
Open place with mirth etched wry.