Weeds
Weeds
Are named as
The distortions in life..
That which keeps what
Is pure and happy
Under wraps..
"Hoe the weeds" is
Presented as fixer
Of lives entangled
With sinful weeds..
Hoe without ceasing
Die if need be
To find the lost glow..
Yet the secret all along
Has been that the
Weeds and the hoe and
That daffodil over there
Already glow...
(Now..excuse pls
Gotta go hoe..)
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