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Material Rain
by Moshe Benarroch It was raining and raining and raining and the rain didn't stop, it rained and rained, and the world was wet, heavy and material and I watched my line leading me in this heavy rain people were locked into themselves as in our times they possesed everything, but joy they had all the matter in the world but not love, they had cars, machines, t.v.'s computers, until they understood they had nothing but the knowledge of having nothing. |