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Nose To the Grindstone

1/13/21



Living among animals, some of which albino
Other lifeforms gigundo or micro

Folks in the same or different time zones
Had to keep my nose to the grindstone
And put down the Iphone
Spent time outdoors on my own
The beauty of it all, left my mind blown
Out among so many pinecones
I can feel it in my bones

Business conducted in person or by phone
Working toward another milestone
I know
Never underestimate thy foe

The stem on the plant was a rhizome
And this other plant had all these trichomes
Growing and dying in and out of similar or different biomes
Nearby clear waters or on the surface is a white foam
People living homeless, and others in a nice home
Sometimes for a cat or dog, the doctors prescribed Visbiome

The area was currently a no fly zone
Due to a cyclone

Was not even close or in the strike zone
Close to and far from Limestone
It was made of fine stones
Or possibly made with rhinestone
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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