mary mary
excavate the soil
bury the roots
quite contrary
the ground feels violated
(as do i)
with silver bells
they penetrate invasively
with no regard or remorse
and cockle shells
the soil recoils
let's the being consume
and so my garden grows
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 4:11 AM UTC
mary mary
excavate the soil
bury the roots
quite contrary
the ground feels violated
(as do i)
with silver bells
they penetrate invasively
with no regard or remorse
and cockle shells
the soil recoils
let's the being consume
and so my garden grows
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