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  • Tony Grannell
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    Hello RhymeLovingWriter, Thrilled that you liked this one and I do thank you very much. Regards, Tony.

  • Tony Grannell
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    Hello amenOra, That you have enjoyed this one, gladdens the heart and for that I do thank you. Regards, Tony.

  • Tony Grannell
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    Hello lunar glide, I very much appreciate you reading and responding, kind of you indeed. Regards, Tony.

  • Tony Grannell
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    Hello N.Y. Sonnet. Thank you very much. Kind of you to respond. Regards, Regards,Tony.

  • Tony Grannell
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    Hello grant, Delighted you enjoyed this one and I do thank you so very much for your fine response. Regards, Tony.

  • RhymeLovingWriter
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    I really like this one Tony. Short but insightful tale. I like the way you word weave!

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  • amenOra
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    I agree, it reminds me of S.King's book 'Lisey's Story'. I can't explain how, but that end... very masterfully executed. bravo, and mucho kudos!!

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  • lunar glide
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    Theres a subtle elegance here that is very charming.

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  • N. Y. Sonnet
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    I agree with grant hayes! So eloquent!!

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  • grant hayes
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    A poem as spare as the hard lot of the farmer that it conveys. Strong, moving, and eloquent in its simplicity. Top drawer!

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  • Tony Grannell
    started a topic Weeds

    Weeds

    Till labour’s end
    he clawed at that
    scratched swathe
    of furrowed hopes,
    his daily bread,
    now overgrown
    in what he did do
    battle:
    the
    weeds.

    The calloused sickle,
    dead
    where he dropped it,
    in blood-bladed rust
    on that
    accursed plot.

    His grave,
    since lost.
    Where once
    scarred in wood:
    'Rest in Peace',
    weathered gone.
    His bones,
    still there,
    somewhere,
    s
    omewhere
    beneath
    the weeds.
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