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October 27, 2015
By kailag16 GOLD, Nashotah, Wisconsin
kailag16 GOLD, Nashotah, Wisconsin
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The crop’s end, It fell the last.
Dust encircles our one-room house.
Plaid wool plaster our mouths,
gasping for a taste of clean air.
My family lay breathless.
It fell the last; so were we.


The author's comments:

This is written in a Korean poetic form known as sijo.


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