Willowing Willows

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Willowing Willows

Willowing Willows

 

Willowing Willows wear down on me,

 As compactors endure their waste.

 A baker bakes a loaf of bread,

 but my bread the baker never baked.

 The weight of culpability is the culprit to my pain,

 while the bastilles of solitude become my only ball and chain.

 A grain of sand is irritating when mixed with flesh,

and sweat, and steel.

 and when a heap of uncooked dough dries out,

 the Willowing Willows recieve a meal.

 

BKrabbit

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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