Was today wasted
Due to the infuriating
Almost excruciating
Lazy love
That has flattended the path
To do it all again tomorrow
The branches
Didn't lie
Honest trees
Oh honestly
Even the obnoxious
Dead branch
That gets briskly sprung over
Showed such tenderness
To those in need of the escapism
That this soil path has led to.
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Author:
Harry Atkinson (
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- Category: Reflection
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