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the time for trading barbs was yesterday


 
sweetheart
 
today is a blank page
 
the funeral of spats is past  
 
i don't believe in cremation
 
for burial aids new growth much better
 
hence the rotten rancid memories
 
am happy to make them compost  
 
for the fresh and lush new vibrant greens reds and whites
 
the first thing you do  
 
when you catch a sting ray
 
is to cut  out the barbs  
 
leaving you with the delicious meal
 
the wings  
 
and the barbs...
 
don't just chuck them out
 
bury them
 
the new growth's mineral source

 
 
Written by cold_fusion
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