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Weeds AND Such

I I travel alone, sometimes with Wendolene But shorter trips done alone if I feel bored I talk to weeds. Some bear brilliant buds, beings II Little rocks jump up and converse, too - Take me home, paint a cross, for children Call it your little rock ministry III Across the miles, weeds & rocks console me They nurture what's hurt, need another touch Not always human, but more sensitive?

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Date: 11/8/2022 1:04:00 AM
Quite right. Everything in Nature can talk to us. Sometimes they delight us more than humans!
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Anil Deo
Date: 11/8/2022 1:34:00 PM
ThanX dear Sis in Jesus Christ