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28 Cleansing Droplets 02/04/2010 Mustering their force and marching down stream Cleansing water droplets knead a dream Sweeping away debris they have piled Which all, after yearning, reviled. With sparkles clean now, all these kin Fattened with manure won’t be thin And would bloom and blossom like spring Without need to be of the ring. Migrants Tree leaves blown here and there Leave the trees there not here. The roots such leaves should feed; Wounded trees left to bleed! The station unchanged, cloak Those trees with a new coat Wanderers wear to sing big With words that neither dig Nor bury big fat lies In this world needing ties Words won’t dig to bury My grating live story. ...

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