I wrote a little poem
by mistake because truth,
ink from my heart spilled out.
Made the paper into
an airplane
watched it sail
over the fence.
Someday it shall be found
I have no doubt
for greed is quickly approaching
these beautiful prairies.
Sweetly inked. Sweetly enfolded. And a lovely prairie view π·
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