Drought
Dusty paddocks and dry brown grass
Slowly replacing
Fertile fields and lush greenery
Farmers once content
With a full day’s work
Of fencing, mustering and the ridding of weeds
Now fill their days with feeding and watering,
Whilst watching their stock and crops
As they slowly die














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"All these years we've been friends, and I always thought you were sane."
"You thought that? Really?"
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~While you cannot change the past, the past can change you~
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