Towny
For this town
I've grown routes and died,
for the pocket of seeds you carry,
let me down.
But I have to be carried,
till we find the right shade,
as the place I left
isn't where I was meant to be.
Copyright © Jennifer Ratcliffe | Year Posted 2011
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