Sewing the Seeds of Discontent
Perhaps a magic beanstalk would appear!
I grinned and potted up the seeds;
I'd raid the giant's castle, drink his beer...
but by the dawn, I'd grown more weeds.
for Carolyn's seeds contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2020
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