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Thursday, August 13, 2015

Upright We Write

Upright we do write 
the earth so to reach
her high-hanging fruit.

The more upright we
stand, the more fruit we 
find to gather in.

Then one fine day when 
we cease the rite, fruit 
doth come from the hand.
Posted by Willson at 5:31 AM
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