bare feet, in wet

i do care for the weeds sticking cold on my skin; but for my bread i’ll stay.

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kuooobiediaries, bare feet in wet

i am up again;

the morning dew wets my feet,

sticking cold pollen on my skin.

i give no care for i am sunking-deep

into the garden soil.

tho soil is cold;

and the weeds are dripping wet.

my limbs limbs are now icy and tough.

i care to be bare-feet-frozen and wet;

but for a plate on my table i won’t rest.

 

Author: biko

A story monger; keen to pick on the details as he goes about it all. He finds fun in making the written feel like it was just spoken. So to say sarcasm and reality often race in between his lines, one slightly outrunning the other - pick your take.

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