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| sputnik (profile) wrote, on 11-15-2005 at 9:04am | |
| this one too! Wheat Stalk I am sleek and tall, One of thousands, Raised from seed, My roots run shallow in fertile soil. My hair stands on end In constant anticipation of the future. I sway to a song The wind carries the beat. The others and I dance In synchronized rhythm until we are grown, Awaiting the harvesters To uproot me and give me meaning… A natural, fibrous food. |
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stinko | 11-21-05 10:09am becccccccccccca, you're not full of fiber.
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