Memories of the Dust Bowl

April 4, 2017
By manasisoman SILVER, Hillsborough, New Jersey
manasisoman SILVER, Hillsborough, New Jersey
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I remember
Sitting under a tree
With someone who cared
Looked around, saw nothing but
Brown, gray, black fog
Trickling down our
Backs, spines, lives
Like a disease
Bursts out once
And never a sound
Left of laughter
Like a scar
Bursts out once
And stays forever.



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