I wanted you
to uncover those
memories,
like weeds in a
flower bed.
I was hoping you’d
find the good ones…
But you found the
bad ones instead.
I wanted you
to uncover those
memories,
like weeds in a
flower bed.
I was hoping you’d
find the good ones…
But you found the
bad ones instead.
Anonymously Hal 
💙💙💙
There’s an oak tree growing in there, unobtrusively, until it’s suddenly noticed that it’s not just a weed! 😄
Then people will try to uproot it, saying “I’m not having an oak tree growing in my garden. Not in my backyard!”
And oak tree will grow anyway 😁.
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❤️💙
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❤️❤️❤️
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Been there before. .. Uncovering emotions when writing poetry. . . but I found that there is an end to it
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There’s always an end somewhere…. 🙂
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Then I run out of things to say 😉
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😁🙌
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Ooh, ouch. What a way to tell someone the truth! Very nice.
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Thank you!!! 🙂
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Nice
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Thanks!
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Well told – love your poetry.
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Thank you so much ❤️
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