garden poetry no one knows the things i stole from the garden how i used to ride the sunrise every morning until the plants grew right into my mouth… …so i ran out leaving a clear man-sized hole in the foliage where the lumberjacks would soon follow Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
haha.. yea man sized hole…
i love it… (and not for the lame reason mentioned above)
i like this.