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. When given humor and words Biko would rather juice them than let them fall out dry and crispy [even on the hard jokes]. 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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