Garden of Empty Promise
The soil is almost too good. These
Gourds will take over the field.
Never enough bellies for all that
Sinewy spice. Take a picture of your
Accidental harvest. Post for all
The hungry world to browse. That you
Have too much and them, never,
Enough.
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