Came Rain I Smelled The Ground
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James McLain
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Came rain I smelled the ground
and nothing made a sound.
All dressed in white, Magnolia's plight
floats down and fills the air.
One hears a cricket chirp it's warm and dry
behind it's flower pot.
While no one comes to meet and mend the fence
that time's forgot.
They're is no reason why I wake at dawn
other than to sink back into sleep.
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