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Plant Tale

That lone ornamental plant, that stood straight, with colored shiny leaves, had its own story to relate, it was brought in infancy, to the office, to decorate and tickle fancy, it was an eye soothe, amongst dead office wood eye sores, and people who were alive, but wanted others dead, plant was innocent, and had not thought so in the start days, but had gathered that over each passing day, he had a secret to reveal, that people came to office, not to work, but to work down others, they were jealous and egoists, they spoke lies and spoke bad of others, most of the time they did that, only a little was left, for the work for which they were paid for, life of the plant was spent thus, he became tired and almost dead, he knew these evil people, would throw him out one day, and that they did, but he was happy, that he was free, of evil and bad.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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