Dry the branch that cracks, flexibility it lacks, broken its own fault
Green the bough that bends, released again it extends, unharmed by assault
The thorn that won't release, its own pain will only increase, pulled by force
In time breaking shoot, its stability uproot, the path of revenge to endorse
Without a doubt, a poisonous thorn must be taken out, so as not to fester
You may rant but don't harm the plant, forgive the ignorant molester
The thorn remove, the injury will improve and not become infected
Let the hole drain and soon the pain will no longer be detected
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online)
- Published: October 16th, 2025 03:36
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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