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Saturday, January 28, 2023

"the elder"... a poem

"the elder"

how is the smell of the air above the earthy soil that's all-day tilled,
how fresh is the vapor of the Mediterranean breeze,
bringing good tidings about all sorts of things,
and the olives that dance amongst their sacred green branches,
or the elder who just keeps giving people more chances.

by Ryan Ventriloquist 

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