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Plow Boy

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A warm baking sunset spreads me across the dirt

As sundown plows vacancies of worthless earth

Sunset crows have flown into a losing black flight

Where such souls, like crows, blend into the night

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Masterful use of words to convey futility. i tell you, you are becoming a heck of a poet Vango.

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The greatest compliment ever conceived I believe I just received, thank you friend! I love that it came from such a talented writer as you. Thank you.

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Very nice! I'm all in favor of a judicious use of words, say more while saying less.

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This poem speaks to me especially! Plowing in the hot sun leaves me beat at the end of the day. I love the simplicity of this piece. Thanks

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Thank You Leslie for your comments, I hope these days find you well...Dear Prudence.

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Lovely Vango

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