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By Jack Joseph Smith
Insight
When it is barren is when
we see the work we have done
I didn't think anything of it
until I came back to the tree
I planted
Or crossed a street to seee
the sorrow I never saw
Or to see the sky change
And to know why men are
different at six o clock
in the morning
To see a river the same
from Western Pennsylvania
to Western Oregon
Insight lets you come and go
Insight lets you change