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Mar 2020
They say:
"you reap what you sow"
but, by deliberation
or by wont,
those who don't
find next year's fallow fields feral.

All memories,
echos and other lives
going on.
The othering intrinsic in calling "****".

Where sickle and *****
put down
there is re-wilding;

remembering.

"Whatever doesn't get harvested
grows again."

my mother said.
BB Tyler
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BB Tyler
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