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The Last Minuteman

Lyra Hynes

Dec 8, 2019

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How does the bloodleaf know when to bloom?

Or the hubflower know where to grow?

How can one man walk into a room

And make everything un-irradiated glow?

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He tarries on like the razor grains

His hands feed the hungry with corn and

Though his hands fall heavy with blood-red stains

His wet eyes open, waiting for the morn

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For he is the summer wind that blows

That travels and brings heat, and life,

And the warm summer days are filled with his comfort

And he saves others from strife

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How does the sun know when to set,

Why, it looks down at this weary man’s head

And it decides to let this man have his rest

And the moon let’s him sleep

Full of peaceful dreams fed

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Table of Contents

#1 Lost Children

#2 The Last Minuteman

#4 Another Minute

#5 The Dirt of the Wasteland