The little finger
tiny and small in stature
does work with a trigger
Without it one has to linger
nothing as such is meagre
everything in fact is bigger
that is the reality in rigour.
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Day: December 12, 2014
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The Green Grass
I see the grass everywhere
with or without care
grows in lands bare
a lovely sight to share.
The green grass is thin
causesnot much of a din
finds itself into the bin
yet sprouts up again with a grin.
The tinier the grass seems
the stronger it is beyond dreams
spreads in a contagious scheme
gets rooted deep into the theme.
That way the grass grows
both in empty land and on the shores
either tended and mow
ed in a close
or left unkempt and left coarse.
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