Determined
Out of the rocks, sprang a weed. I pulled it. It came back. I sprayed it. It drank to no avail. I waved my finger at it and yelled bad words. It ignored me. It gets no water yet grows.
I secede my attempts to annihilate it and bow down to the determination of survival. Besides, you may want to wave it around you nose for a bit, I think the cat just farted.
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Sunday, March 24, 2013
Determined
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