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37 lines
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categories:
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- Poetry
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date: 2012-03-01 00:00:00 +0000
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tags:
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- Grounds
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- Covenant
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title: Monday Morning Shift
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layout: poetry
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These plants look beautiful, but not at this location.
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They must be eradicated according to administration.
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I brought out my tools; Some gloves and a spade,
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Then sat down, Indian style, to begin the raid.
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The roots, like little fingers, held on to dear life
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As I cut through their homes with an oddly-shaped knife.
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To justify these cruel killings
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I thought of what they've done:
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Suffocated the superior plants
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And blocked out the lovely sun.
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But what makes one plant superior and the other inferior?
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Just the fact that the other has a beautiful exterior?
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They are simply trying their best to make a living.
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We must see past our differences and be more forgiving.
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But these thoughts lead down to a dangerous road;
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Let's not personify each seed we've sowed.
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The sun now rises and heats the ground.
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The ice embedded within melts all around,
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And now a nice wet spot on my pants is found
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Which leaves me thinking of thoughts more profound:
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"I really hope no one's looking at me right now."
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