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Jan 29
Gardening

I planted a letter
The letter was y
It grew into a word
A word called why
The word grew to a sentence
Why? Why? Why?
The sentence over time grew into a mighty tree
And all the branches were questions why
And when the time was ripe
They bore the fruit of answers
And it was the tree of knowledge
And I took the fruit
And I ate.
The Reasons Why.
Written by
Africa Poems  55/M/South-Africa
(55/M/South-Africa)   
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