Weeds - Poem by Drew Hoffman
A person can be looked upon as an annoyance
something to be trammelled upon by the careless heels
Pulled out of the soil as weeds are
your existence pollutes the white-washed world
So you walk alone
Like a procession of sorrowful dandelions.
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