words bring a smile
words bring a twinge;
the slow steps of
progress are treacherous
this progression has its
chasms and gullies, its
zoysia grass and fescues
death and life make a
good garden grow, the
ardent flow is contagious
so I live and die a handful of
words at a time. the soil is
both gracious and unpleasant
words and words and words
and words and words. is there
no telling what sprouts from
the next seed
(Image from thebodymatters.co.uk)
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