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March 28, 2020

Poem by joon

March 28, 2020/ A MAZE. Magazine

In my make-shift home office, looking out the window
I get a pang of despair, because underneath all of the snow
There is just rust and concrete, just a single tree doth grow
And while I stare at it, frequently, no squirrels ever show.

Poem by Joon, from Reykjavik, Iceland
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In my make-shift home office, looking out the window I get a pang of despair, because underneath all of the snow There is just rust and concrete, just a single tree doth growAnd while I stare at it, frequently, no squirrels ever show.

A MAZE. Magazine

In my make-shift home office, looking out the window
I get a pang of despair, because underneath all of the snow
There is just rust and concrete, just a single tree doth grow
And while I stare at it, frequently, no squirrels ever show.