green little footsteps
all through the browngreen garden
and little holes little holes
all where her green little thumbs
will raise up the growing greens
that feed me feed me and make
green little leaping words
grow up on up in my brain and out
on out on out my mouth
with green with green with green
growing green little gardens
on the footsteps of them all
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