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arthritis tippled wooden relief    plugged in a bed of mud the leaves that decay to its side                                                              compliment the carved ones that feather the face but it is creaked   crevice and sinuous     a kind crumpled face  or maybe a stern  yet approving  parent mask two seasons of weathering                                                                                   withered   saturated and withered again       this self unearthing worth moulded from the decaying green man reapplying  for a creative birth for a visit  on the Autumn hearth filling in its ****** details     with broken and discarded school yard pencils   scudded over litter  and mud soon to be worshiped again... would settle for a respectful gift        from a child for all his wonders in spring                                                                             he has envied the witness of harvest but attention goes to other gods he pouts  out of season     for no one here  greets him
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Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 2:55 PM UTC
found rotting ; a Green Man wooden relief carving
arthritis tippled wooden relief    plugged in a bed of mud the leaves that decay to its side                                                              compliment the carved ones that feather the face but it is creaked   crevice and sinuous     a kind crumpled face  or maybe a stern  yet approving  parent mask two seasons of weathering                                                                                   withered   saturated and withered again       this self unearthing worth moulded from the decaying green man reapplying  for a creative birth for a visit  on the Autumn hearth filling in its ****** details     with broken and discarded school yard pencils   scudded over litter  and mud soon to be worshiped again... would settle for a respectful gift        from a child for all his wonders in spring                                                                             he has envied the witness of harvest but attention goes to other gods he pouts  out of season     for no one here  greets him
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Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 2:55 PM UTC
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