school all day long without hope.
stress just makes it way too hard to cope.
so when i get home
i twist up a bone
and i smoke that stuff not used for rope.
i found a good spot in the sun.
the babies i moved one by one.
planted with care prayers of good rain and air.
dreaming of autumn to come..
i hope the person who wrote it finds my blog.
and
who ever you are!
you better comment on this.
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