Monday, December 7, 2015

December 7

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  1. We square lashed
    the latrine
    The twine we wrapped
    The branches got frapped
    The hole dug in
    Birchwood pristine.

    The sit requires balance
    Just so
    As the birds sing
    TP do bring
    Look out from
    Nature’s window.

    In the end
    Interlopers go
    Without trace to the eye
    Underground, stand by
    Nature composts the
    Gifts to grow.