THE SEEDS

The SEEDS are dripping down the rabbit hole,

The GRAINS all lying dead in sleepy space

No drop of water dropping down below

To spring to life this baked and barren place

Where many fall, consumed by fiery want

Bound  by chains wrought by their own very hands

Devoid of brains that make the little ant

Crawl along waving the sugary wands

 

 

 

 

 

 

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