Communal Habitations
When we of hands,
take into accounts,
the many human
potted plants
Nothing expensive
as communal grounds,
Nothing occasional
as a seasonal rain,
On weeds on a gardens,
As thorns on a vine,
Prospering till death
do as part,
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thought provoking ideas raised of fundamental values