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Monday, September 5, 2016
Thorns
Thorns
I once thought
the small sharp thorns
would dull
or rot away,
but they've only grown.
However,
the roots have spread
and now I must decide
to either cut them away
with new tools
or to employ them
as talons.
-Robert L. Jackson III
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