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Solanum lycopersicum

You remind me of a cool lake Perfect glass The sun is practically begging me to jump in I can already feel the explosion, The cannon ball That stretches to every corner of my body, Even sometimes, onto my shirt And yet, still…
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The Sitting Tree

In the waning days of January. A most distinguished group of three Sat at a table beneath a tree And discussed it all in every degree. Asked the first to the three, “Can you not see, That this simple tree Writes such poetry,…
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