The gardener
i am a gardener, with cuts all over.
i grow my flowers, see how they scatter
petals unopened, twirling in fervent
for that dance partner, a last step in tandem
Thursday, October 25, 2007
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just some words here. fillers. placeholders. say goodbye. yet more more and more words here. just to test its limit. and yours.
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