My Garden

My mind cloud dropped words like rain and watered the soil of society. From the construct of human dirt bloomed flower bushels of poems and short stories. Slowly throughout 25 years my garden grew in erratic beauty. My garden more sacred then Eden was pure and untouched by the vile bigotry of men.

R.K.Russell

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