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a full hour of earnest
and chop chop


succulent pulp
vitality surges
through my blood
clears my mind
and body of the sludge.

I imagine a garden
growing in my veins.
Some day cattle might
munch on my remains
me being mostly

all fruitiness
and vegetables.

Melissa A Howells Meloo Tilt-a-World
Copyright Sunday evening July 28, 2013
All rights reserved by this Author

Thinking of my Mother today on the anniversary
of her birthday. How she loved her garden.
I sometimes called her Sally Tomato,
though her given name was Ann. I still love her.

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