I used your money to buy a book,
And reading this book it made me look.
It made me look within myself,
And in myself I found a wealth.
A wealth of things I hadn't known.
Scattered seeds not yet sown.
Willow and oak not yet grown.
An embryonic wood to call my own.
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Author:
RickyMcG (
Online)
- Published: July 17th, 2025 10:40
- Category: Unclassified
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