Aggie

If weeds must be,

Let them flower.

Shine an imperfect moment,

BLOOM!

Ere returned to sleeping ground.

Yeah, the last line is a clunker.

Like marbles in the mouth.

Sorry. But try as I might, I just couldn’t swallow that aggie down.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

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