One Hundred Pounds

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About a hundred pounds populated that special forest,

And carrying would cause blisters on your shoulders,

Small three wheel carts were essential,

But it’s still one hundred on mile long trek,

The processing was emotional,

But the maggots wouldn’t wait,

Even if your blisters hurt,

It’s was the potential to save like a squirrel,

Those ten pounds dry weight,

That grew just for you,

That wasn’t just another year,

It was one hundred pounds of fantasy and maggots 

 

  • Author: Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 29th, 2021 03:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: Porcino
  • Category: Reflection
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