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Enter My Garden
Testing
1, 2, 3
Are you still
Stalking me
I don’t mind
So much
I like the attention
Not to mention
The ego stroking
I pile my
Bush tomatoes
High enough to fall
Chase the native
We run fast
But catch us
And you know
What we have
To play with
Nature’s gifts
Soiled unspoiled
Taste my earth
Smell my moss
Toss your salad
On my meat
Greet my love
With reaching fire
And live
1, 2, 3
Are you still
Stalking me
I don’t mind
So much
I like the attention
Not to mention
The ego stroking
I pile my
Bush tomatoes
High enough to fall
Chase the native
We run fast
But catch us
And you know
What we have
To play with
Nature’s gifts
Soiled unspoiled
Taste my earth
Smell my moss
Toss your salad
On my meat
Greet my love
With reaching fire
And live
Published 1st Jul 2014
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