DRY SEASON CHILD

DRY SEASON CHILD Dry season child, Of the clime not mild, When winds whip up mini sandstorms, Rattling trees with glee. Their leaves dancing to the ground Stripped of their verdant gloss. Dry season child, Why do you arm yourself with poles and slings? Pockets bulging with rocks Shooting down every living thing that moves, […]

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