Hayward by Gichurl
Though you don't have any words
to say about Hayward,
You need to write some poetry
about this small world.
My worry would grow like a tree
to show my humble words.
How much would I try,
since my poetic soul dried out like hay,
I won't be able to press forward,
about the city called the heart of the bay.
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