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THE INNOCENT YOU PLUCK

The innocent. . . You pluck that little,by some deemed beautiful,but in-your-face,takes-up-your-eyes,and shrinks your space,innocent looking,cropped up weed. . . cruel though it be,a wonder,the space freed in thee,and legion happy progenyto come, made possible by that one seed.

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