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Sep 2022
Weeds grow in poor soil,
among rocks, unattended
with no help from anyone.
It takes Herculean efforts to
hurt or destroy them.

Garden plants and flowers
require human unselfish
tender intervention to grow
and bloom. Miss a day or two
of care and water, they may
shrivel or even cease to exist.

Maybe we humans should
grow and live more like
weeds, tough and less
overly sensitive like needy
fragile ***** flowers.
Expectations and dependence
on other people for our needs
and happiness a trap best avoided.
Written by
Stephen E Yocum  M/North Western Oregon
(M/North Western Oregon)   
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