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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state 
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Whatever the grub on the menu for today to forage taproots that stick in my way I'll dig and gather the crop incessantly when the season's fruits are scarce my senses say build fat stores accumulate for inclement conditions ode to seasonal change renditions I'll hunt, unearth a savory nut return loyally to its burial as other resources are drained probably a mark of one who goes insane accorded only one choice in life..to remain but I move on in this buried and unearthed life have witnessed years of plenty and undo strife have experienced the death of winter chill swift salvage means allows me an even keel... so hunt I will for a savory nut from the vantage point of my town hut. |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Thank-you for giving me a smile. I like this one. :-) Within this heart you'll find love |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I like this very much. *S* And though my vantage point is different... I know your last verse well. *S* |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
Thank you both for replying. I try my best to be creative throughout the whole year, helps to cope with tough times when they come  |
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