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Creeper Oh thou! on whom i creep,                              thou giveth me space and thou lets me weep. when i spread my palm in mid air                thou provideth me space to creep                     and then thou lets me grow and enter my sombre sleep. i am a creeper but i was never taught to creep,              there was a calling i heard as a bud                      and i knew the echo ran deep,                             the voices screamt,''creep,creep, creep´ but i could hear the other flowers and bushes calling me their black sheep. I had seen no creepers (who ever taught me how to) creep,       i was all alone in the vastness of the plant sheet            but i had decided that i had to stand tall and creep                    so when i felt the wall next to me,                        i opened my palms so i could start the long march before i fell asleep. I crept, crept, crept, day in and day out         all around that wall, and,            when i reached the top,               yes the top!                     i felt all lonely and lost. But then came a bird bringing stories of other creepers who had followed their calling and who stretched and crept and crept, before they fell in to some sound sleep.                The bird promised that he will bring flowers from different creepers                      and seeds to sow of baby creepers                                     who could learn from me about the trip.              So the next few days, hours and months, there were all these tiny creepers who kept looking up to me        and felt all excited to start their journey on HOW TO CREEP.
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Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
Creeper in its heart it once weeped
Creeper Oh thou! on whom i creep,                              thou giveth me space and thou lets me weep. when i spread my palm in mid air                thou provideth me space to creep                     and then thou lets me grow and enter my sombre sleep. i am a creeper but i was never taught to creep,              there was a calling i heard as a bud                      and i knew the echo ran deep,                             the voices screamt,''creep,creep, creep´ but i could hear the other flowers and bushes calling me their black sheep. I had seen no creepers (who ever taught me how to) creep,       i was all alone in the vastness of the plant sheet            but i had decided that i had to stand tall and creep                    so when i felt the wall next to me,                        i opened my palms so i could start the long march before i fell asleep. I crept, crept, crept, day in and day out         all around that wall, and,            when i reached the top,               yes the top!                     i felt all lonely and lost. But then came a bird bringing stories of other creepers who had followed their calling and who stretched and crept and crept, before they fell in to some sound sleep.                The bird promised that he will bring flowers from different creepers                      and seeds to sow of baby creepers                                     who could learn from me about the trip.              So the next few days, hours and months, there were all these tiny creepers who kept looking up to me        and felt all excited to start their journey on HOW TO CREEP.
inspired from THE SEAGULL
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Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
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