Two scions sprung among the fennels of the countryside
They bid their own welcome because fennels say little to scions
These scions were of a sturdy stock themselves
Though new compared to the old stiff necked forrest
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I am very grateful to you George; I noticed a shadow of a good friend like a huge tree grows in this great poem would never be uprooted by storms!
Very eloquent and wise. No wonder Nimal admires your work. Ten for two poet friends. Kind regards, Sandra