Seederific or welcome to all the clones….

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Cone of pine in a tree,

Resting now so sullenly…

chocolate-brown with babies touch…

Smell is sweet and fragrant such…

What oh what then can be wrong?

Only if you look too long…

From the corner of your eyes…

use your rods cause cones do lie…

Shadows fall where light is not…

tasty bloom has turned to rot…

Chocolate brown to fecal matter…

animals have lost their chatter…

Miasma slowly filters in…

Ready now to take your sin…

Filling up inside your face…

and turn your muscles into lace…

Dripping now as human waste…

cone of pine has had its taste…

Trickery is everywhere…

in the sky and in the air…

even behind darkened stares…

Listen now and do beware…

——–

David L. Whitman 04/17/2012 from under a sky so blue…

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