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Poem as pruning shears

A poem is a pruning shears…to turn on yourself. You start getting bushy, scruffy. Then again it might be a garden hose to water some parts of you which have become dried up.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on October 9th, 2020 | No Comments »

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