Is It Poetry

Veteran Poet - 3,090 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Sap Is

Like the clouds or sky, white, yellow or grey sap these fluids.
When by she to he comes from they,
he or she and or one being difference's can come of.
Coming out of the inner roots of the tallest or shortest of trees,
during the shedding of the greenest of leaves.
Then hanging down from the branches beards called moss.
The sap depending on the health of the tree should be cloudy.
The majority of the liquid of the sap switched has consisted.
Secretion from the hidden glands of the bushes and trees.
Climbs higher up comes man usability followed up by a woman.
Healthy the sap should be comprised when made up of.
Epididymes citric acid, free amino acid, fructose, the enzyme, phosphorylcholine and the professional star Glan gin.
In smaller amounts but optimal include kalium and zinc.
As for the sap from each broken twig that leaks.
The capacity of sappy each leak and the time since the last leak determines the amount of the sap.
Good high quality thus being and bringing forth more trees.
And tadpoles from climbing tree frogs it includes,
While deep are some depressions between the trees.

Submitted: Saturday, June 04, 2011

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