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When
I go tramping
seeds of weeds
stubbornly
cling on to me
What wisdom there is
in these seeds
who hitch a ride
so cleverly
I am their ride
they cannot wait
pant-legs is where
they gravitate
And in their haste
to pollinate
they come along
in aggregate
How wise these seeds
who think ahead
plan out their trips
on human threads
I am their lift
it can be said
a tramp sows seeds
and helps them spread.
© d.knape
April 14, 2015
More "Once Upon A Line" - Light verse and
poetry by d.knape
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