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Sep 2020
I was born
without roots

free to land
in any field

and spread
myself

words and all

into others
find the other

lost souls
and create

a messy garden
wherever we

land and when
the others

want to clean
us up

we can follow
a breeze to

a more
welcoming

land and
spread our

simple seeds
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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