I red and I red and I red, mostly forgotten what was said. Couldn't retain although I read it a hundred times. Must have thought what a dumb ass, leave him behind. But I did remember something he said, I'll mulch it and water it and see if it grows. If it doesn't bear fruit, out it goes. So here I am doing my thing, not what I figured, but worth a fling.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2023 00:09
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I figure it's a fine write 2781!
so true, dear poet
reading or listening
is only, the beginning
it's only
when we've churned it
in our mind's, mill
utilise our insight's, mulch
by questioning, it
so as to nurture, it
as an idea, a truth
we can call our own...
(an inventive write, a memorable read
something to consider and mulch)
thank you!
To be honest I don't give it a lot of thought, just write it down before it vanishes! Thanks for reading and commenting, I appreciate it.
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