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On the way home

I met a man called Summer

He wore  jagged old rags

On a hot day he would sit and wonder wats wrong with me

 

 

I met a boy called nature

He had nothing to eat nor drink

One day a woman adopted him

Then gave him a big feast

 

 

I met a woman called diamond

She shone like the brightest star

Then one day she shattered to bits

Then death.

 

 

 

 

 

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