Two pennies left, all of day to weather,
When I bought a loaf of bread with the one
And a lily with the left out other,
A tender leaf silently sulked in air
And dared to ask a kind li'le thought to spare
O for leaves that make this Earth a heaven.
Bread to nourish me all,
Lily for my dear soul,
But to nourish all life,
The greens got to be rife.
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Musings | 05.11.07 |
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