These my offerings,
tiny and fragile, they must take root
in stubborn soil. Fertilize them.
Give them shape. Twisted they may grow,
but their trunks must be strong.
They must reach through the night.
They must be of their ground...
Some of these poe...
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He greets me in state Says he – Miaow – The world I relate; He greets me in state. My victuals he ate, No food have I now. He greets me in state, Says he, Miaow.
