so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
-william carlos williams
So, when your life starts to reflect back to you in poetry, that's a good thing, right?
(Well, ALMOST, but not quite....the chickens weren't agreeable to having their photo shoot with a wheelbarrow...they're kinda cranky that way...).
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