Dirt feels good on feet, until it doesn’t.
Is a hedge a sort of bush league?
Bad fences, good windows.
Power lines sag, are unsightly, and are completely vital; power poles are straight, strong, and play secondary roles.
Hope is a hill in the distance; love, green grass.
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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