Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Roots I Onced Spied Clinging To A Soiled Gutter Comments
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I know no shrub,
Nor tree or blade of grass,
Of shrunken stub scarcely strewn
That isn’t a mere misplaced mass,
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9/6/2025 10:43:16 AM # 1.0.0
I really felt this, Graham. I live in South Africa and my garden is a (small) indigenous forest, many of the trees of which were given to me for birthday and Christmas presents by my daughter and my son and planted by my son. Many of them have seeded from those trees.