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WEEDS – a submission.

1 We have a tendency to rip them out. Their insurgent growth pervades our persistent desire to remain in control, of something, anything in this world, this world that continues […]

Bangers

I wrote a cinquain about Bangers. Here it is. Dachshund Long dog Lazing in the sun Freckles gathering on his belly Sausage.