Plantain - by
Plantain suckers dib the dirt
/ and tip the crumbled sod.
/ Their questing noses, moistly new,
/ run at independence
/ with pushy pokes.
/
/ Each last, older inch
/ runs…
Plantain suckers dib the dirt
/ and tip the crumbled sod.
/ Their questing noses, moistly new,
/ run at independence
/ with pushy pokes.
/
/ Each last, older inch
/ runs…
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