A Raisin In The Sun
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James McLain
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Hot sun how memory fades,
it seems half my life, in sand
ago it was once so fat, so full
two plump, full of vine wet soil.
Climates change what it was
into what she became, without.
Some times the last grape will
hang unnoticed, hidden openly.
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