What a blessing
to insects, organisms that consume it.
With my spirit they shall be endowed,
truculent rectitude shall be their part.
What a blessing
to its host soil it shall be.
Ensuing from it iron, calcium, magnesium
crops, trees virile to generate.
What a waste
to man and kind it shall be
if from it, optimal use they didn't obtain
while among them it walked.
What a smile
on its face it shall paste
of the Coroner's verdict regardless.
What's more after a historic visit.
25- 08-05
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