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A poem about feeling like there’s no room to grow.

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Mercedes Sosa and an old oak tree,
Agreed a long time ago that,
Cambia todo cambia,”
We change to make room for new seeds to grow.

But the potter ran out of clay the day before,
And the earth has grown stale like yesterday’s bread.

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