Storytime with Rachel F Hundred

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A man sows bitter seeds

in fertile ground.

They turn into a weed,

and run rampant.

Bright flowers try to bloom

some way, somehow.

The weed gives them no room,

creeping closer.

Until only the weed

breathes free and clear.

Until only their need

counts in their world.

They do not see the crushed

petals bleeding.

They do not stop their rushed

relentless growth.

The weed continues spreading

without a care.

Unseen poisons threading

the barren ground.  

All watch as the weed grows

wild and wilder.

A man reaps what he sows

in loud acclaim.

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