Day 1909, weed. Daily picture, Poetry It’s strange we let things grow in our garden even things we don’t want ~ we have off course our rituals to get what we don’t want out of sight we pull it out, take poison or cut deep knowing all along that some seeds are still buried deep within the groundShare this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
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