WastelandA Poem by Samuel Hardisonthe title explains itThe wasteland is no place for me the sounds are too harsh i can not handle the heat the nights become too cold the days feel too long i have found a shield for the wastelands effects terrified of losing it i hide it from others no one may know i can be shielded from this hell
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Added on January 8, 2016 Last Updated on January 10, 2016 AuthorSamuel Hardisonwallace, NCAbouti like fiction adventures, like the thief lord, or huckleberry finn, jut things of that natur more..Writing
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