to the sea...

roses…

sorry lady
i dont cut the blooms
i like them natural
i like them as they are

dad said
cut’em and weep
we’re not ‘greedy’
like that

cut to force more
he said

and i thought…

we are of the nature
so I never did

give them space
there are some
granny smith apples
too bitter to enjoy

steps they said
… ah heck
who knows
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just rambling…
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it felt like a motion sickness

being around too many people
all at once and their emotions
odd s and evens are too

“frodo…”
gives us a ring…

eyes eyes eyes
swhiching….

“…no sporting…”
“…no tomato…”
no wrinkles

“port?”
starboard sir…
“I dont blink”

but I’ll have a glass for sure…

did you say
foam on that

captain…?