born green, salad
green,
hardly
tossed.
we know so little
of the world
we've
been dropped into.
oblivious of
what
joy,
what pain awaits.
each
day a lesson,
each
love, or hate,
each new year
we are less
and less green
and more
wise,
more mature. at least
that's
the plan.
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