so many weeds to pull.
it's like they have a mind of their own,
growing
any old where
no matter how many are yanked
from the ground,
or sprayed
or burned.
they keep coming back.
like old memories
of a lesson learned.
you keep pulling them out,
but
then,
there they are again.
Sunday, May 31, 2020
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