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This week's words;

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Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

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Saturday-Homesick



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« on: February 14, 2018, 06:35:14 PM »

Stomped down grass. A muddy earth from a stampede. A line like a line getting to the watering hole, only this is for pleasure. Wood cracking, metal stretching as the pendulum swings back and forth holding a screaming child. Sunshine beams down piercing every cloud, molecule, and the atmosphere to be here. Muddy shoes swing toward your head asking to be pushed every time. You'll remember the times out here, for swings are heavily used and then forgotten. The grass pushes up from the root piercing the dirt just like the sun. There's no more noise, the stampede has left. The pendulum swings alone, only friends with the wind.
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