Poem: Seedlings

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Seeds grow, like small children

in whatever home, hovel or nightmare

they happen

to find themselves.

Split-level ranch

city shelter

nannied mansion

locked closet,

their hardy young selves

supple,

bouyant,

irrepressible.

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