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by Terry Severhill
The sun that burns our crops brittle brown
The moon with its baleful pale dusting of undelivered promises
The stars, distant, neither mocking nor judging
How do we count the sameness if we can’t see beyond our skin?
Please, reveal to me why we breathe the same air
Drink the same water
Birth into the same world
But somehow
We
Are different?
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