the great
depression.
it's the wind, the heat,
not a single cloud
holding rain. it's
the lack of income.
jobs.
it's the wagon
pulling the lame,
the horses
narrowed by lack
of everything.
nothing is green.
nothing is growing.
our pockets are empty.
our hearts are more
than just broken.
it's today, it's tomorrow.
it feels like forever.
but here, take my
hand.
if you can find
it in this sand storm
and let's find
another way.
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