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Sense of Fun

Seriousness is an acquired trait, Exactly like moss on embedded stone – Nearly enveloping the rock’s raw state, Slowly eroding the surface where grown, Entirely crumbling to soil Old granite that had once stood firm and strong, Falling victim now to lichen’s toil, Feeling spongy, green comfort … nothing wrong, Until its whole face has been worn away. Never rolling with laughter, … ground to decay.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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