Let’s all learn meekness from the grass;
One can mow it, burn it, pluck
it, or plow it
And it never resists,
complains, or cries,
But it does keep on coming back
(Long after we have all faded
away)
With a green smile on its
whispering lips.
07.17.13
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
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