This piece was written by one of my few genuine friends (I can count them on one hand) - my brother from another mother. Thanks for being there for me through the shit - I hope I can return the favor someday.
I planted a seed the other day
Oh how long it’s been since that day
So much time has passed away but
Yet it still feels like only yesterday
Now what you reap is what you sow
I am happy that I am the one who knows
How sweet it is when that seed grows
So I enjoy and move solo
But as I went on planting to and through
I had to let my brother know
That planting seeds is the perfect way
For love at home to grow and stay
So plant a seed all you like
But when at home never strike
That your seeds may always grow
In the vine yard where the sheep SLU and Marlo
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