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Garden of Weedin'
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Garden of Weedin' |
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Joe Lamando Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 124Massachusetts,USA |
Garden of Weedin’ My hands like grazing goats Pull barley, rye, and oats From out this garden place. Who sows this dreadful grain Within my flowers' domain? A toil I want not face! And wonder now do I What eyes of passers by See in this sacred space. See they this new flower breed Or that the unpulled weed? Behold the viewer’s grace! Our minds do have the need To grow from any seed And vine-like from it trace Through memory’s stem and shoot It seeks to grow and root Here in the Queen Anne’s Lace. |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
LOL!  It takes a special mind to come up with a title like that! I like it!  |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Joe--I see a gardener, knees caked with mud..standing with hands on hips, and a smile. Because I love a garden, I enjoyed this look at yours, with its twist of philosophy. Thanks! |
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