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Pass the Gravy
Pass the gravy
Part the pink
Following nature
No time to think
Mind the plow
Plant some seed
My root is hard
It’s time to breed
Bury the bone
Then go to town
Play in and out
Let's come unwound
Part the pink
Following nature
No time to think
Mind the plow
Plant some seed
My root is hard
It’s time to breed
Bury the bone
Then go to town
Play in and out
Let's come unwound
Published 13th Apr 2022
Author's Note
Having a little rhyming fun with words sometimes used for a favorite human activity.
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13th Apr 2022 6:46pm
Scorching read. Favourite verse (for the plant metaphors, perhaps its the farming origins on my mother's side coming out):
Mind the plow
Plant some seed
My root is hard
It’s time to breed
Perhaps sex and agriculture/horticulture have more in common in 'following nature'.
Mind the plow
Plant some seed
My root is hard
It’s time to breed
Perhaps sex and agriculture/horticulture have more in common in 'following nature'.
